Seamus couldn't argue that point with any real conviction. Lavender had been acting a bit paranoid lately - what with accusing friends of murder and all. The erratic, if-you're-not-with-me-you're-against-me lean to her behavior was also worrying. But Seamus knew better than to bring that up, not right now at least.
Seamus hesitated a second before resting a hand on Lavender's. "Lucky or not, you got another chance. For whatever reason, you've got more time to help figure this thing out, and just waiting around to die isn't going to do you or anyone else any good."