Lavender + Millicent
Thank Merlin Lavender hadn't tried to offer her some kind of pity. Her family was what it was: none of them particularly fond of one another, but bonded together by name and magic and blood. Wishing things were different was only a waste of time; Millicent would much rather face to truth and just fucking deal with it. Like now.
At home Millicent would've mocked a question like the one that Brown asked, and Lavender for asking it. Here in Marrowood, the sleepy little town that wanted to kill them all, she knew she needed allies. The Gryffindors wouldn't have been her first choice (just as she likely wouldn't have been theirs), but she knew them, and that counted for a lot.
Shifting onto her side again, Millicent said, "Yeah, sure. I can play nice. Who knows, one day we might even be able to be in the same room without one of us wanting to strangle the other."