Taking the kerchief from him gratefully, Lavender wiped her eyes and took a deep breath. She felt so pathetic, she felt so weak, and just so helpless. This was not what she wanted in her life, this was not what she pictured her life to be like five years ago. Blinking back more tears, she sighed heavily and shook her head. "Mother or father usually comes over to make sure I...." Swallowing back her tears, she attempted to compose herself. "To make sure I don't... harm anyone, or myself..."
Shuddering slightly, she glanced up at him, "I take woflsbane potion regularly just to make sure I don't..." Shrugging slightly, she looked down at the kerchief and caught a glimpse of the embroidered initials. A tiny very faint smile emerged as she ran her fingers over the letters.
"Does--" Clearing her throat she kept her gaze on the embroidered initials. "Does Bill have difficulty during the full moon?" Lavender wasn't sure what the extent of Bill's injuries were. Lavender knew that some people were fully transformed by Fenrir, others like her, only injured. Her injuries made it difficult to tolerate the full moon, and left an ever lasting fear in her mind.