It seemed that Lavender’s whole life turned over in an instant. At Christmas, someone brought her cookies with poorly cooked amorotence, as a result of which the girl almost died. What terrible circumstances are needed for a person to begin to think about his own life! Now Lavender was not as much fun and non -childly as before. Now she loved to sit alone more and more, communicated less and less with others and thought more and more about her life. She thought about how empty she lived, how insignificant her love for divination and gossip were insignificant. From the reasoning, you brought her out, putting a hand on her shoulder. At the sight of you, she smiled weakly.