Dean frowned. "Part of the reason I wanted to talk to you was to check on Lavender. I know we had a disagreement, but I'm really concerned about her. I saw her journal entry about someone breaking in. I'm glad you two got to her so quickly. You're keeping an eye on her then?"
Dean drank - slowly. He hadn't eaten much all day, and the butterbeer splashed unpleasantly in his stomach. He wasn't sure if he'd rather have heard Lavender was just imagining it all. Neither option made him less concerned. However, he was a little uncertain as to her mental certainty as well, so being told that something had actually happened, he supposed, was somewhat reassuring.