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Post by roxanne hope weasley on Apr 23, 2010 23:55:59 GMT
 
Rain had fallen the night before. The heavy gray clouds were now making their way away from the horizon of the castle grounds. Yet the dampness still hung in the air, and the grass was dewy. IT was as though nature was sending a message to the students of the castle. The past had happened, it could not be forgotten, yet now it was time to move on. It was time to say goodbye to the loved ones on last time and start living life again. For as Albus Dumbledor had once said “It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live”. It was time to start living again. It was time for the students and staff of Hogwarts to unite and rebuild their lives and help others move on. There was a slight nip in the air, but the sun was in the sky promising to heat up the air and bring warmth to the ground.
Roxanne heaved open the heavy wooden front doors and stepped outside in the morning light. There were dark circles under her eyes, indicating a lack of sleep and sadness. Roxanne crossed her arms and rubbed her arms slightly. She shivered in the morning air. Taking a deep breath, she made her way to where the memorial service would be held. A lump formed in her throat as she approached the site. She wasn’t the late, yet she wasn’t the first one there either. Students were slowly filtering in, filling up the seats. The first few rows were reserved for parents, teachers and the Hallow’s university students who had found the cure. Roxanne pulled her cardigan closer to her body and lowered her eyes as she approached. She just couldn’t bring herself to look into the eyes of those who’d lost their siblings. She’d lost a few friends, but her family was intact. A miracle that she was thankful for.
Roxanne sat herself down in an empty row. There was a seat on either side of her. She simply couldn’t bring herself to sit near the aisle or to be at the end. She wanted to be in the middle. It was safe in the middle; it was easy to blend in there. And that’s what she wanted. For once in her life she wanted to blend in. She didn’t want to stick out. Her face was bare of makeup, and her hair was pulled up into a bun. She had worn a black dress, with black shoes and a black cardigan. It fit in well with what everyone else was wearing. Roxanne felt her eyes sting, a on flow of tears threatening. Taking another deep breath Roxanne lowered her gaze to the ground and closed her eyes for a moment.
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Post by tinsley on Apr 24, 2010 3:12:06 GMT
tin s ley wood * i see your dirty face, high behind your collar. what is
done in vain, truth is hard to swallow. so you pray to god,
to justify the way you live a lie. live a lie, live a lie.
and you take your time, and you do your crime.
well you made your bed, i’m in mine .
And she thought she knew what pain felt like.
Tinsley wasn't even close.
How did she get going before? How in the world did she manage to get herself out of bed and going properly? Because right now, Tinsley had no idea. Everything went out of her- ambition, desire, and hope. Sure, Tinsley's had her awkward moments as a teenager before where everything felt horrible. But not like this. Never like this. She wanted her heart ripped out of her so she won't have to feel anything. She wants her brain shut off so the thoughts won't be able to process. All Tinsley wants is a blank, silent echo. She couldn't remember how she got down, except that she was wearing the most utterly pointless clothes. A fine black dress woven out of silk means nothing to her. Appearances doesn't matter anymore, not since...not since everything.
She wants so badly to forget. But she has to remember. Tinsley has to remember her brother, it's not even a question. It was a statement. Tinsley felt her throat choke, as if someone was strangling her. Sleepless nights filled with bottles of firewhiskey. That's what she's become. And most importantly; Tinsley doesn't give a crap. Not anymore. Her eyes were free of tears, for now, but slightly red. Aside from that, Tinsley looked the same as she always has. It was a beautiful day, a day where one should be cheering. But for Tinsley, she felt nothing but guilt. And pain. But mostly guilt. She couldn't save him, and that was that.
A sudden seizure of panic ran itself through her, jolting her. It's been a while, since said event, since something like that would wake her from what it seemed to be a trance. She was an empty shell, almost. For days now, people would gather up the courage and go up to her. " It'll get better, " and " I'm here for you,"'s were useless, pointless, and it did nothing to make her feel any better. Anger gripped her- did they honestly think they could bring back the dead with words? They honestly knew nothing.
If anything, Tinsley didn't want to be here. A moment of peace drifted through her, emptying everything. What did she want? It was something she's asked herself for a long time now. Did she want to be utterly alone, to grief in peace? Or to have someone, not a pitiful stranger, be with her- to push her through it? Tinsley shook her head, she didn't want to think right now. Not now.
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Post by shona5 on Apr 25, 2010 0:57:08 GMT
 Zarina sat in the second row. She was silent. As the sun shone around her, she couldn’t help but keep her eyes lowered. Under normal circumstances she wouldn’t be here. It wasn’t that she didn’t care about others, no she was pursuing a career as a healer, and it was just that she knew no one at Hogwarts and had no time to meet people. She was here to become a healer. She had to study and work hard for that. And that is exactly where all her time and energy went, into her work. However, she was here, and it was because she along with a few other students had managed to find a cure for the virus.
Zarina adjusted herself in her seat. She crossed her legs and sat there quietly. All around her people were seating themselves down. Zarina felt her stomach churn as she saw the parents of those lost walk to seats. She couldn’t imagine what they were feeling at the moment. Imagine sending your child away to school only to have them never return. Some of these children were only eleven when they passed on. It wasn’t fair. Zarina looked to her side and nodded to her friend, and one of the other students who’d helped find the cure.
Holding her head down, she closed her eyes for a moment. She couldn’t imagine dealing with what these students has. Shuddering slightly Zarina pulled her limbs in closer to her. The morning air was nipping at her exposed skin. She couldn’t believe that someone, a student none the less, had created the virus. It just seemed so cruel to her. But she wasn’t in to Psychology. She was a girl who wanted to deal with the concrete, the factual. That is why she chose to become a healer. She was going to fix people. She only wished that they had been able to find the cure sooner. It may have spared the lives of those lost.
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Post by ezekiel patrick greer on Apr 25, 2010 5:10:23 GMT
They're so beautiful
TELL ME WHY THIS HURTS
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It was out of respect for their fallen classmates that Ezekiel attended this memorial and even though he wanted to turn tail and run from this out-pouring of grief he stayed. Standing still at the very outskirts of the students congregated for the service he didn't know what to do with his hands and as he felt them ball into fists he shoved them into the lint-lined pockets of his leather jacket. A lock of blond hair obscured his scarred eye and for once he doesn't move to brush it away, seeing even half of this was enough. An outpouring of pain in public was not exactly what Ezekiel had in mind for when he mourned the loss of someone or something. Brutus had rejoined his Hippogriff brethren and even though Zeke would never bring himself to admit it he had mourned the creature's loss in a way. He no longer truly had an excuse to keep escaping out into the Forbidden Forest, no longer had an excuse to continuously avoid his problems within Hogwarts by confronting those outside.
His mother was not really aware of the situation that had enfolded at Hogwarts, being a Muggle she lived happily in her ignorance that was only helped by Ezekiel's carefully plotted interception of any and all mail sent by Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In the crowd he saw Roxanne, how could he not? He saw her everywhere even when he wasn't looking for her and a tinge of guilt wormed its way into inside his rib cage. Ezekiel had almost always been there for her and now he wasn't sure if he wanted to step forward and step up.
"All I want to do is hold your hand," this was murmured under his breath, eyes hardening, "So why can't I?"
Gritting his teeth the blond boy made a slow approach, his chest constricting with every step until he was near her and then he was suffocating. No make up, tired and drawn with her eyes closed and she was still beautiful...and sad. His heart ached as he wordlessly sat down beside her, taking his hands from his pockets and fidgeting like a five-year-old in time out. Fuck it. His finger tips drift over the back of her hand before enclosing it in his, eyes straight forward and posture oddly ramrod straight.
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Post by sashaking on Apr 26, 2010 7:27:07 GMT
Sasha stood in the back of the gathering, positioned strategically so that she was not so far away to be suspicious, but not too close to be uncomfortable. She was dressed in worn jeans and a black jacket only because she hadn't originally planned on attending the memorial. Guilt and emptiness had eventually driven her to join the mourning, despite the fact that she possessed no appropriate attire. There had been no time for shopping, so she went with what she had. Still, her outfit was the least of her worries. Her legs were burning to turn around and flee, but Sasha remained as rigid as a statue, her hands shoved into her jean pockets. Her hood was up, but it wasn't to guard her from the rain.
Her eyes, as expressionless as granite, sifted through the crowd in front of her. There were people she didn't recognize; family members of the deceased, presumably. And then, of course, there were the surviving students. She noticed Ezekiel, looking downcast, silent, and rather awkward. He didn't look like he really wanted to be there, and Sasha didn't blame him. Still, she felt no desire to approach the boy. Despite all the things the virus left her with, amnesia had not been one of them, much to her bitter disappointment. Images replayed themselves in her head when she attempted to let her mind rest, so she had stopped sleeping, unless it became absolutely impossible. She ate little, and had no energy for running or flying. It was ironic, Sasha thought, that while the other previously infected students were now in the throes of recovery, she was beginning to look sicker than ever. Her physical vitality and strength had noticeably diminished, and the once persistent bronze of her skin was fading to white.
Brenan's death had been horrible and violent, and Sasha remembered every second of it. Her memory of her brief time in the hospital wing, drugged with what were essentially tranquilizers, was hazy at best. The aftermath, however, was securely imprinted in her memory, and it wouldn't leave her. Of all the people in the castle, she had killed one of the most promising, bright, talented, and loved. Of course. She knew she had also beaten up others, and would have disposed of them just as quickly if she had gotten the chance. Her jaw tensed in unrest. For all the things she had taken away, she could not think of a single meaningful, positive thing she had ever given. This disturbed her.
Ezekiel moved to join Roxanne and take her hand, and Sasha found herself wishing that she had just one person who would feel comforted by her own presence. Her mind shuffled through names and faces, but she could think of nobody.
Her eyes scanned the crowd again then paused, recognizing a person that she had been avoiding like the plague since the virus ended. Sasha seemed to see Tinsley everywhere, and every time, the recognition of Brenan's sister sent her quietly slipping away in the opposite direction. It was infuriating, cowardly, and completely foreign. Sasha had never before lived in fear. Depression, once. Anger, frequently. Never fear.
Anyway, what would she say? The whole situation called for honesty, but seriously...? Sorry for viciously murdering your brother right in front of your eyes. Please forgive me? Yeah. Okay. Sorry about Brenan, I really regret killing him. I wasn't myself, you see... She had imagined dozens of different scenarios, and none of them seemed to have the potential for ending well.
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Post by analeigh taryn avery on Apr 27, 2010 17:42:42 GMT
Sighing quietly to herself, the young blonde looked around the courtyard; not really paying attention to what was really going on. Her hazel eyes swept the crowd of students and teachers as some sat on the seats that were provided for the students, teachers, parents and some of the university students. One thing Analeigh was sure about was that she did not feel like she should be there. Of course she had done nothing bad, but who was she here to remember? However, just because there was no one that she knew that had died from this dreadful virus did not mean that she could not attend, to pay her respects for those she did not know. The young blonde stood at the far back looking at everyone else as some hugged each other looking for some support from one another.
Her eyes closed for a second as she leaned against the tree that stood next to her. Analeigh wrapped her slender arms around herself as she felt a shiver. The whole virus issue had scared the living day lights out of the blonde. She did not know what to do with herself once everyone had started to become affected. Analeigh had thought that the same thing would happen to her as well, but of course everything had been fine for the blonde. Of course she had a few friends that had been affected by the virus but she did not really know them that well, and out of them only one had died.
Death, a funny thing it was. One minute you could be walking the earth all happy and cheerful. The next you could just be floating the air looking down on the rest of the world. It was such a strange thing, but it was going to happen to everyone, and something like this really made the blonde think about a lot of stuff – especially how she took most things or people for granted.
The blonde had witnessed one of the students…dying…it was not a nice thing to watch and well it was not a nice experience for the person who had actually done it – especially since it was their own brother. The Slytherin had been with Kieron on that night that all of this had happened; she had wanted to help – even if she did not know what she was doing at all. However, she regretted going she was stunned with all the things she had seen. All the students who had the virus…just dying. There it was again, the issue of death. Keeping her eyes closed the blonde stood in the background as she thought about everything in her life; the first thing popping into her head was her sister, the twin sister that she found out about a few days ago; Juliette Black.
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Post by kieronsomhairle on Apr 28, 2010 21:39:57 GMT
Pain. It was burning in his throat like a scream held back, ever since the fateful night of the virus outbreak Kieron had certainly not been the same. His nightmares were stuck on repeat, frozen and captivated by the look on Felix's face as he felt from a third story window to his death. His parents were still comatose and shocked by the loss of their youngest child--his father couldn't even speak to him and the thing was that neither of them knew that it was Kieron's fault that he was no longer in the land of the living. He remembered going to find Analeigh as the screams and howls of the infected echoed in the abandoned halls of Hogwarts and the rush of adrenaline that moved like lightning through his veins. He remembered hearing the footsteps of the infected echoing behind him as he and the other uninfected students made their way around the school, trying to find other students that had remained blessedly clear of the virus.
He remembered screaming a stunning spell at his brother as Felix flew toward one of the younger students, remembered the force of the blow as it landed propelling him out of a window. Kieron had been too late to catch him and had watched in horror as his younger brother screamed and snarled until hitting the ground with a sickening thud. There were no tears shed then, only a numbness that spread throughout his entire being and although it had been a few weeks since the occurrence he still felt like a living statue. Inhaling deeply he stuck to the back few rows, head bowed and blue eyes seemingly devoid of any emotion.
He was full of regret and an overwhelming sense of guilt that he was paralyzed by it. Not in the literal sense, you can understand, but in other ways. He saw a few familiar faces in the sea of many that were attending, wrapped up in their own kinds of grief. Almost everyone had lost someone during this event and he should feel relieved that some knew what he was going through but he wished that he was alone. The professors in his classes had been watching him carefully, encouraging him to grieve and giving him more leeway than he desired. It was as if they wanted something from him, wanted any display of emotion...of mourning and he was not giving it to them.
Kieron was here because it would look strange if he wasn't, his parents might wonder and if they found out...well...he was not sure what the hell they would do to him. Visions of his father killing him were certainly a recurring thought.
If the memories don't kill you, the guilt will.
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Post by shona3 on May 5, 2010 1:42:16 GMT
IT'S ME - I'M A FREAK
( but thanks for loving me )
CAUSE YOU'RE DOING IT PERFECTLY.
Sophia made her way through the castle grounds quietly and alone. She had come for one person and one person alone. As the virus had begun, somehow, she and Brenan Wood had become correspondents by owl and had decided to meet on the night he died. The only problem was she hadn’t told anyone what was happening, not even Johnathan, she never knew why, but she enjoyed the excitement, it wasn’t as though they were having a mad love affair or anything like that, but they were simply friends. And for some reason neither of them had shared this information with others. Maybe they were afraid that due to the height of the virus it would be stopped, maybe they just enjoyed the thrill of having a secret, whatever it was, it prodded them to keep it quiet.
As she approached the lawn where the ceremonies would be held she could see the evens of the night flash back. She had just been leaving the common room, when a friend stopped her. She tried to leave, but she couldn’t. She knew she was getting late, but he would understand that she got caught up in something. He always did. Sophia left as quickly as she could: claiming she needed to send an owl to her mother. She had made her way hurriedly to the spot they had chosen, only to find Tinsley standing there starring at her brother’s body. At first Sophia had thought that he had fainted due to the virus, but it hit her soon that he was dead. Someone had killed him. Sophia could never forget the look Tinsley had on her face as Sophia came into view. It was one of such grief, and when Sophia was he she ended up telling Tinsley exactly why he had been there and why she had too. She knew the moment the word were out of her mouth a part on Tinsley blamed her for Brenan’s death. Sophia didn’t blame her, for she herself thought it was partially her fault, it only she had been on time.
After telling Tinsley, Sophia made the decision to never say a word about it; she decided to go on acting as though she was one of the lucky students who hadn’t been affected by the virus, nor had she been close to anyone who was gone. It made life easier. And she was a surprisingly good actress; no one ever suspected that she had known Brenan.
Sophia made her way through the crowd and say down in an empty seat. She was dressed in black as was expected; she seemed to be a polite mourner. One who was there to pay her respects and to support those who had not been as fortunate as her. She sat there with her hands folded in her lap waiting for the professors to begin speaking. She felt as though her dress was cutting into her and she was on fire, yet she sat still, and pretended that everything was alright.
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Post by matthew on May 5, 2010 22:12:54 GMT
Despite this being a day of grief and horror, Professor Nott couldn't feel but slightly...distraught about this, as Mrs. Malfoy would probably say. The Headmaster had informed him, around five minutes ago, that he would have to lead the ceremony. While he was talking, or comforting, sorrow-filled parents- Matthew would be the one to give a speech, comfort students, and finish the ceremony all in a couple of hours. Now, perhaps he didn't see this- but Matthew was not the best person to go to in times of grief. It wasn't as if he didn't care, but he didn't know what to say. Tough love was his motto on this whole thing, but he knew that it would be too hard on his students.
He stood in the shadows, watching the faces of his students. To his horror, he found himself actually caring about them. Since when he did give a damn about these little brats? This job was all a debt to the Headmaster, nothing more. But as he watched the tears fall, he found himself piting them. Almost as if he wished he could do something. But once again, Matthew told himself that were nothing he could do. They'll get over this time of grief, and that would be that. At least, that's what he told himself.
The most honorable students stood out to him. Roxanne almost had a look of determination on her face, bless the girl. Apparently her mind was almost on the same wavelength as his own. Scary thought, though. To the opposite of Roxanne, Tinsley clearly wasn't letting go. And that was that- she was too difficult for him to actually figure out. Difficult to anyone, really. And there was Zarina herself. Matthew kept a straight face, looking away at once. A half-hearted smile appeared on the secret romantic's face as he watched Ezekiel struggle with something. No doubt something effecting a girl, he thought with amusement. Teenage lives never change. Sasha...now that was a scary look. He's known her to be implusive and difficult to teach, but this was something else. Guilt? Pain? To his utter surprise, it seemed as if Analeigh had a look of pity on her face. Kieron...oh, heavens have mercy on him. Matthew had to surpress a shudder. Imagine taking your brother's life away from him.
Everyone else had a look of disbelief or sorrow on their face. But it was these that stood out to him the most. But it was time to start the ceremony. As soon as everyone took their seats, Matthew took the stage. This was not an experience he had hoped for, Matthew reflected to himself.
" This is a difficult time for all of us. I can only imagine the pain some of you must be going through, " Matthew paused. He's been to funerals before, and the words never help. If anything, it always make things worse. But he must continue, to finish. " We would like to thank the students of Hallows for conducting a solution to the virus. The staff is doing their best to find the starters of this virius. " Very little luck, the professor noted silently.
" It will take time, but the grief will move. We will now take this time to honor the departed's memories. " The professor finished, greeted with heartstruck silent. He couldn't blame the students.
But now, he knew, it was time for the aftershock. This will not be the end to the disasters of the virus. There's always an aftershock, the unavoidable.
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