The Last few days had gone by in a haze, at least that was what Bill Weasley thought. Since the battle on the Astronomy tower, Bill had been in and out of consciousness, he could vaguely recall the news that Dumbledore had died, been murdered really, but the reality of that was setting in all too quickly as he, supported by his brother Charlie, got to the seats for the funeral. His face was still in pain, and he was feeling quite weak... but that just reminded him he was, in fact, alive.
His other brief memories were coming in. His parents. His siblings. The other Order members... and two blonde witches that he wasn't sure who they were. They had arrived within the last few days, and when he asked McGonnagell about them, She simply answered that they were students of Dumbledore's. But he was certain he'd never seen either within Hogwarts before then, but pushing for more seemed rude.
Especially considering he had been informed that the two of them, upon arrival, had been helping Madam Pomfrey. In fact, the healer he knew from his time at Hogwarts had explicitly said that without their help, He might not have looked as good as he did now. He'd have scars, but werewolf bites were cursed, and he felt awful at the moment. His face was throbbing, his head pounding, but he needed to pay his respects.
He looked to Charlie. "Thanks," he grumbled, clearing his throat like he hadn't spoke in ages. "Again." He finished after a moment. Their parents were in front of them, and towards the front he noted the two blondes that he wasn't quite sure how they fit in. He did recall a conversation between Remus and McGonnagell though.
"I've never seen these girls before, or heard of them even." Remus began, his voice.low, and Bill could hear McGonnagell sigh.
"It was in his final wishes, Remus. These women, they are under the care of the Order now. I have no idea who they are to Albus exactly, but they are important to him. Extremely so." McGonnagell said.
"Had you heard of them?" He asked.
"Briefly. Albus was a very private man. He only ever mentioned two girls that he loved teaching." She answered.
His mind gauged back and he brought his hand to his head. This was all too much. Too much indeed.
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Katherine hadn't felt this way in years. Lost. Scared. Depressed. This time, however, she had some control, and a friend who understood what she was going through. She had Addie, but the two really hadn't had time to slow down since their arrival. They were holed up in Hogsmeade for the moment, and Kat had just slipped into her black dress and heels, her eyes damp.
They were helping out in the school, and she hadn't even had time to relish in the fact she had finally gotten to see Hogwarts... but the circumstances hung too heavily over her. Her mentor... the only father figure she had ever known was gone. Just gone.
Her mind was heavy and she brought her hair up into a neat, braided bun, and placed her.cap with a short black veil over her face on. She used her handkerchief and dabbled the running mascara from her face. Her wand was in a garter secured beneath her dress, as her wand never left her side. She felt incomplete without it anymore, but with Addie around she didn't have to face it all alone.
She looked.over to Addie, trying her best to swallow tears. "Addie? What happens now? With the Order?"
She was worried. She was anti social to say the very least, but with Dumbledore around she felt safe. If word got out about them ,then every dark witch and wizard would be hunting them. And She wasn't handling the loss well on top of everything else. It was just hard.
And once they were before the tomb it took all of her Might to swallow down her depression. She took her seat, and hung her head low, wiping her tears still.
The.message came to her.too late, and she would.never stop blaming herself for not helping enough.
His other brief memories were coming in. His parents. His siblings. The other Order members... and two blonde witches that he wasn't sure who they were. They had arrived within the last few days, and when he asked McGonnagell about them, She simply answered that they were students of Dumbledore's. But he was certain he'd never seen either within Hogwarts before then, but pushing for more seemed rude.
Especially considering he had been informed that the two of them, upon arrival, had been helping Madam Pomfrey. In fact, the healer he knew from his time at Hogwarts had explicitly said that without their help, He might not have looked as good as he did now. He'd have scars, but werewolf bites were cursed, and he felt awful at the moment. His face was throbbing, his head pounding, but he needed to pay his respects.
He looked to Charlie. "Thanks," he grumbled, clearing his throat like he hadn't spoke in ages. "Again." He finished after a moment. Their parents were in front of them, and towards the front he noted the two blondes that he wasn't quite sure how they fit in. He did recall a conversation between Remus and McGonnagell though.
"I've never seen these girls before, or heard of them even." Remus began, his voice.low, and Bill could hear McGonnagell sigh.
"It was in his final wishes, Remus. These women, they are under the care of the Order now. I have no idea who they are to Albus exactly, but they are important to him. Extremely so." McGonnagell said.
"Had you heard of them?" He asked.
"Briefly. Albus was a very private man. He only ever mentioned two girls that he loved teaching." She answered.
His mind gauged back and he brought his hand to his head. This was all too much. Too much indeed.
--
Katherine hadn't felt this way in years. Lost. Scared. Depressed. This time, however, she had some control, and a friend who understood what she was going through. She had Addie, but the two really hadn't had time to slow down since their arrival. They were holed up in Hogsmeade for the moment, and Kat had just slipped into her black dress and heels, her eyes damp.
They were helping out in the school, and she hadn't even had time to relish in the fact she had finally gotten to see Hogwarts... but the circumstances hung too heavily over her. Her mentor... the only father figure she had ever known was gone. Just gone.
Her mind was heavy and she brought her hair up into a neat, braided bun, and placed her.cap with a short black veil over her face on. She used her handkerchief and dabbled the running mascara from her face. Her wand was in a garter secured beneath her dress, as her wand never left her side. She felt incomplete without it anymore, but with Addie around she didn't have to face it all alone.
She looked.over to Addie, trying her best to swallow tears. "Addie? What happens now? With the Order?"
She was worried. She was anti social to say the very least, but with Dumbledore around she felt safe. If word got out about them ,then every dark witch and wizard would be hunting them. And She wasn't handling the loss well on top of everything else. It was just hard.
And once they were before the tomb it took all of her Might to swallow down her depression. She took her seat, and hung her head low, wiping her tears still.
The.message came to her.too late, and she would.never stop blaming herself for not helping enough.