"Oh, well, all right." Lavender took a deep breath. This was it, then. She could do this. Yes, there were secrets she had now, things she wanted to hide, but they had nothing to do with her being a werewolf. At least, not very much to do with it. Except everything. "I'm nineteen, just left Hogwarts for my eight year. People who knew me before the war would probably say I was a bit of an idiot, to tell you the truth, but I've grown up a lot, recently, what with... one thing and the other." She rubbed one hand idly against a scar that ran along the inside of her forearm. "It's been a very dark and difficult couple of years for a lot of us," she added, almost absent-mindedly, putting rather a damper on her own introduction.