“I’m sorry,” Neville said, and winced. The words were out of his mouth before he thought and now it was too late to take them back.
“Sorry!” Lavender snapped. “Sorry for what? Sorry for living?”
“Maybe,” Neville mumbled.
He’d irritated her. He’d spent his life irritating people. She was miserable, frustrated with her scars and her
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