Lavender hardly expected the girl to respond and part of her was a little glad she didn't. She wasn't sure she'd really know what to do with a sobbing and somewhat affectionate Pansy Parkinson. Still, she hadn't shoved her away and that was something she supposed.
As soon as Pansy spoke Lavender released her. She stood back and prevented herself from shaking her head in sympathy. Lavender was sure that Pansy wanted none of that. She looked down at her shoes and scuffed them lightly on the floor before replying. "You're welcome. I'll leave you to your drinking."