Lavender couldn't help but smile at the sound her little girl made. She was gorgeous and adorable and absolutely perfect in every way. Lavender was still in awe that she and Seamus had created Lily together, that they had made something so amazing and she'd carried it inside her for over eight months. "Something like hello, I'm sure," Lavender replied, watching her daughter fondly. "It's alright, love. As soon as your arm is healed, of course you can hold her."
She paused at the question, but then nodded. "Yeah, we heard. I don't know how I feel about it though..." She'd still been under the influence of the potion (not that she knew there was one), but the combination of her labor and the shock of losing Dean had pushed her off it, some. Some, but not all, which was why hearing about things like He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named provoked confusion in Lavender. Slowly, she continued, "I think... that is a good thing. Right?"