Between an older Harry, her son, and an alive Sirius, her head was spinning. When Ginny had looked up to see Lavender, a small smile came to her face. She looked older, but not enough to shock her. She seemed somewhat the same, besides the blood, from when she had seen her at Hogwarts a few years ago.
"Lavender!" she called, waving her hand, before motioning her over. Ginny wasn't her brother, and she wasn't about to be a complete prat to her. Granted, Ginny had found Lavender somewhat...annoying in school, she had noticed the difference in her just from their previous conversations on the journals. This wasn't the same girl, and she wasn't just talking about her being attacked by a werewolf.
A grin came to her face, pleased that at least someone was...almost the same. "You don't look that much different. I'm glad you came." If Ron showed up, she had no problem smacking him around if he said anything stupid. And considering it was Ron, he was bound to say something.