"Don't you 'how dare you' to me." she said her arms falling to her side. "I am not implying that at all. That's entirely your imagination at work. I know perfectly well you can take care of her. But so can we. I've known Lavender since I was eleven. There are people at the Weir who feel just as strongly as you do, what gives you the right?" she asked. Anyone who had fought in the war couldn't deny that Lavender was a Gryffindor through and through.
Ginny arched an eyebrow, the look she gave him was a clear mixture of 'you can go right to hell' and 'this isn't over', even though his words were trying to end it. You didn't dismiss Ginny Potter, she glared you down. "You may have a few magic people here, but you don't know the spells we place, the stories of her life to be told, or the designs in mind." Ginny had already pretty much imagined Lavenders resting area. She didn't plan on burying her. What she had in mind was more like what Dumbledore had. A true monument to her life. She was already making plans to have Tonks and Lily help her out. "I'm no more entitled to this than you are." as far as she was concerned, the only people 'entitled' to a body was a persons family, if that family was important to the person. Lavenders real family wasn't in this world. Not even her best friend.