She wasn't about to comment on whether or not she was a hero, Lavender doubted she would change his mind and honestly, it felt good to know that someone believed in her. "Those are two great men to have as role models," she said, still watching him carefully. Albus Dumbledore's funeral was the last time she was in this sort of position. Only it was easier then, sandwiched between Ron Weasley and Jamie Campbell. Now, it was just her.
Lavender glanced over her shoulder, to the entrance hall down below that was filling with students leaving the Great Hall. Taking a deep breath in, she let it go slowly. She wasn't ready to do this, but she was already here. "It must be getting close to one now."