"Of course dear," Trelawney replied, her voice full of sympathy and concern. Neither were faked; she was very concerned about Lavender's probably fate, and worried for her. "Have a cup of chamomile before bed tonight; don't bother reading the leaves. they'll only upset you. If you have any potions to help you sleep, you ought to take one," she offered.
She stood, again wishing she and Lavender had seen each other under better circumstances.
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