m i r a n d a (stageleft) wrote in valesco,
@ 2010-07-01 13:50:00

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frank longbottom, glenda prewett, james potter, megan bones, miranda frobisher, ralph frobisher

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It was a beautiful funeral, as funerals go.

Miranda puffed her cheeks, hunched forward with her hands clasped between her knees. She felt like a child, stuck at an adult party and forced to sit on the couch in silence until it was time to go. There were things she could be doing, that she was supposed to be doing, but Miranda couldn't get herself up off the couch. How were people able to stand around and talk, and eat, and---some were even laughing. They had just buried their friends, their family, and now, apparently, it was time to eat off of trays and share stories and start talking about this funky smell that was coming from---

She let out a long breath and slumped back into the couch, putting a hand to her forehead to try and numb the headache she'd had for the past two days. For the past few months she'd had this constant throbbing in her skull and it didn't look like it was going away any time soon. Miranda stretched out her legs, knowing that she would have to stay at this gathering of funeral attendees until the last of the guests left. She was like family to Madam Rosemerta, she had to stay.

The sarcastic thought made Miranda's chest hitch and her hand slipped to cover her eyes to hopefully stop herself from crying again.

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Sirius!

misterprongs
2010-07-01 05:38 pm UTC (link)

James stood on the back porch of the Three Broomsticks with his hands stuck in his pockets, staring across toward the Shrieking Shack with narrowed eyes. He was lost in his thoughts but still managed to notice Sirius come up beside him, and the two men stood in silence for a moment.

He'd been to far too many of these gatherings in his young life. James remembered the first funeral he'd gone to had been for his grandmother, and as his family passed on, his mother, his grandfather, his friends began to join the ranks of the deceased. Marlene, his first love, Dorcas, his cousin who was basically a sister. Dearborn had just disappeared but the feeling was the same, then Fabian, his captain, and Gideon, a man he'd respected no matter what they fought over it...It didn't get easier, he wasn't used to it, and James was terrified of the day when he would be the one the guests were giving their consolences to because it was Lily that had been killed, or that Lily would have to go through the pain that so many of the Order's family had because he was being lowered into the ground---

It was almost selfish to think, just for a second, that he hoped Lily died beside him, like the Bones. James couldn't fathom being able to survive without his wife, and to put her through such pain would be unbearable even in the afterlife...James looked over to Sirius, hoping that he would never have to see his best friend, or Remus, or Peter, or---James hoped he wouldn't have to see their funeral. He couldn't stop these morbid thoughts.

"We need to find out who it is," he said finally, only slightly turning toward Sirius. "This has to stop."

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