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Post by Carma Rousseau on Aug 2, 2008 20:55:58 GMT -5
R.I.P. Headmaster Some time had passed since the Daily Prophet printed the official news: that the Headmaster had been declared dead. After missing for nearly four months now without a trace all search and rescue efforts had been called off. After all, he'd left no trace at all, and no one could be officially blamed, so the Ministry, the school, and all others involved had essentially given up and resigned themselves to the fact that, after so long, the Headmaster could certainly not be alive.
A memorial service was being held for him today in the small, rarely used school cemetery nestled a short walk into the Forbidden Forest. A path led from the school grounds near the Gameskeeper's Hut into the forest where students and staff walked two or three minutes until they arrived in a generous clearing - no more than 100 meters in either direction.
Near the center of the clearing was the Headmaster's tombstone - a large granite monument to the man that stood to a person of normal height's chest. Though it was large and made of quality stone, it was rather plain... The man's title, "HEADMASTER," was the most prominent feature, as little else was known about him. In front of the tombstone there was no grave - because there was nothing to bury - only open grass. Around it, silver folding chairs had been placed in a horseshoe formation for the funeral's participants to sit.
Already some of the chairs had been filled with reporters from the Prophet and citizens from the village, but the rest remained empty for the students and staff to pay their respects...Carma Rousseau stood off to the side of the Headmaster's tombstone in the midst of it all, her hands held respectfully behind her back. She wore a stylish black dress and pumps for the occasion with a string of black pearls that Kordillia had given her years ago around her neck and a small black hat on her head over the brown hair that she'd knotted into a bun. While it was indeed a funeral, Carma didn't feel any remorse for the death of the old man so she didn't go out of her way to look solemn... simply threw on something black that looked pretty and hoped for the best. It was much better than what she'd wanted to wear, which was a Hawaiian print dress and a party hat. However happy she was that the old man was dead, Carma kept her face serious and thoughtful while students and staff arrived. She acknowledged them each with a sad smile and then returned her eyes to the grass where the Headmaster's grave should have been. It looked like she was pining for her loss, but truly she was just wishing there were a dead body for her to spit on... well, you can't have everything you want. Raising her wrist, Carma glanced at her silver watch and checked the time. It was nearing sunset and they should begin soon. She raised her eyes to the assembled observers and briefly checked her notes while everyone got settled.
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Kat Caeruleus
Gryffindor Alumni
Term Seventeen Graduate
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Post by Kat Caeruleus on Aug 2, 2008 21:47:31 GMT -5
Kat wandered out to the forbidden forest where the headmaster's funeral was supposed to be held. She was dressed in a black sleeveless shirt and a black skirt for the occasion. Even though Kat had never seen the man, much less even known who the Headmaster of the school was, she thought it would be appropriate to at least attend the memorial service. She didn't really understand why a service was being held since technically there was no body, so for all they knew the man was still alive somewhere, enjoying being AWOL.
She reached the site where Carma already stood paying her respects...or so it seemed. Kat walked over to where the gravestone would be at and laid down the black roses that she had bought for the occasion. On a little piece of parchment, though, was the words: "Not dead...just permanently missing." That seemed a better way to describe it. She hoped she wouldn't get in trouble by Carma for that.
After she had placed her flowers, she stepped back a little. Looking down at the ground she smirked. "I may not have known you existed, but if you're dead may you rest in peace until Abba tries to take over," she said, probably a little more smugly than she should have. She wasn't fond of the man, especially after reading the Daily Prophet and seeing that he was suspected in the Headmaster's "death" and what had happened to Arri...which had been a crying shame.
She stepped back a little further and nodded to Carma. At least she had had the decency to attend...she had thought about just skipping the whole thing.
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Post by Elessar Garrison on Aug 2, 2008 21:57:36 GMT -5
Elessar arrived at the Memorial Service for the Headmaster UNARMED. He saluted the Tombstone and took a seat near his protege in Animagus Training, Kat Caeruleus.
((Sorry my muse is dead tired, date with my gf wore us out))
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Post by Alexander Novus on Aug 2, 2008 22:04:45 GMT -5
To put it lightly, Alexander wasn't the best with funerals. He had never exactly attended one, not when he was old enough to understand, anyway. He had only ever been to one before, when he was around six. The death of his Great Uncle Roofus. The only thing he remembered about the man was that he was sort of insane, a self-proclaimed Seer, and would randomly pick him up by his shoulders and insist that he was shaking the demons out of him. So obviously, Great Uncle Roofus hadn't been his favorite person, and he hadn't shed even a single tear when his mother had gotten the letter and had burst out into sobs.
But, this was more important. Alex hadn't known the Headmaster well, either; hell, he hadn't even spoken to the man. However, this could do loads for his image. He was a new professor, and if he attended, people might think of him differenty. Highly, perhaps. Plus, he felt a tad obliged, seeing as the man had been Headmaster while he was the school that he currently taught at. He had dressed in a simple tuxedo, black and white. His hair was as unkempt as ever on top of his head. He felt odd wandering out into a forest dressed up like this, but, oh well. He would have to get used to it.
Arriving after a few minutes, he spotted the memorial. He simply nodded at it, as though it were a human and he was acknowledging it's presence. There was one woman he recognized -- she worked at the school, as well, and he might've even seen her while he was at school. Carmen, wasn't it? Something like that. Alex forced a smile onto his face to the woman. The smile was forced because he was already immeasurably bored. He was just now realizing that he would have to sit through about a million minutes of useless speeches and eulogies (I think that's what they're called? xD). This was going to be a very long night.
There was another girl there, too, probably in her later years at Hogwarts, and an older man. He turned his strained smile towards the both of them before collapsing into a chair near the back of the horseshoe. Yeah, like he really wanted a front-row seat a funeral.
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Post by ABBA on Aug 2, 2008 22:09:48 GMT -5
Abba stood to one side beside a tree and slightly away from everything. He was dressed appropriatly for the funeral, his arms crossed and a pair of dark shades covering his eyes. He stared straight ahead not saying a word.
((Elessar has a girlfriend? But I always thought Chewbacca was a guy? ? ? ?))
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Vlad Keegan
Hufflepuff
Second Year
long before you leave don't forget a kiss, a hug, a tender and sweet goodbye - Thanks Kath for Sig
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Post by Vlad Keegan on Aug 2, 2008 22:18:34 GMT -5
Vlad never knew the headmaster or the Headmistress of the school, but there probably was one. Once he went into the area of the wake ((I think that is what it is called)) he picked up the little obituary about the headmaster and his life. Vlad felt sorry he didn't get to meet this headmaster. He also did know most schools, even in muggle England have a headmaster so he knew that much about this. Though he was a muggle and not really familiar about the wizard world this thought came into his mind. 'If the headmaster was magic couldn't he have made himself immortal or something?' he thought to himself. He wasn't thinking that was a bit stretching at all. After he read the little obituary card he placed it down and sat silently. He was going to stay to see if anyone said some words for the headmaster of his new school. Abba stood to one side beside a tree and slightly away from everything. He was dressed appropriatly for the funeral, his arms crossed and a pair of dark shades covering his eyes. He stared straight ahead not saying a word. ((Elessar has a girlfriend? But I always thought Chewbacca was a guy? ? ? ?)) ((Probably was a gene malfunction in one of the Wookie DNA strands ))
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Kat Caeruleus
Gryffindor Alumni
Term Seventeen Graduate
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Post by Kat Caeruleus on Aug 2, 2008 22:23:44 GMT -5
Kat looked around as a few more people started to arrive...Elessar and another man she didn't recognize, probably a professor. She nodded to the other man and smiled as Elessar took a seat near her. She reached over and grabbed his hand and squeezed quickly before letting go. She couldn't help but wonder if he had left his trusted wand and whatever else he usually carried at home. She reached into her purse and pulled out the extra black rose bud and a pin and attached it to Elessar's outfit.
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Post by Natalie Amelia Summers on Aug 2, 2008 22:31:24 GMT -5
Natalie was never really good with sad events.
Funerals were no exception to that. The thought of death made her shudder inside and have the feeling that all the heat of her blood had been replaced by ice. She was pale white as she straightened her hair for the event. She wore a small white lace veil to cover her face a little and a white sundress and some white shoes to match along with it. She had never really been to a funeral before, a funeral when she could already walk and talk anyway. Her parents' funeral was done when she was only a week old and she couldn't remember what it looked like. She couldn't even remember how her mother looked like, Natalie only had pictures to keep her company. Technically speaking, this was her first formal funeral.
She neatly pushed her long, brown hair behind her shoulders as she quietly approached the Forbidden Forest where the funeral was taking place. She kept her head down low and walked slowly to a small seat a little far from the actual tombstone. The thought of a white and lifeless body made her queasy enough. She never really dealt well with losses.
Natalie had never really met the Headmaster, nor has she even seen his face. All she knew was that he was there, working silently in the shadows and behind the backgrounds. Now here he lay, in stone. Dead across the marble. But everyone has to experience this one day or another. That's the circle of life. People live, people die. Natalie isn't exactly scared of the dead or dying per say. She was afraid that she would just suddenly die one day and no one would ever notice. It wasn't as though anyone would know someone who was recently having an identity crisis, but still. She was afraid that she might take the call before her number was up.
She sat silently at the back and kept her head down low, looking at the grass and not even daring to look at the tomb where the Headmaster now lay... forever.
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Post by Professor Jessica Thompson on Aug 2, 2008 22:36:12 GMT -5
Jessica walked out across the grounds, toward the small cemetery. She'd only been past it once before as it was sort of hidden, nestled back among the trees of the forbidden forest. She was dressed in a knee-length spaghetti-strap black dress along with black flats and a pair of dangling black earrings. She walked carefully among the well-worn path so as not to snag her clothes on a tree branch or whatnot. Her face was grave, set solemn for the ceremony and the ceremony only.
She had never known the Headmaster, had never seen him around the school so it wasn't anything personal to her. She didn't even know what he looked like, having never seen a picture of the man in her life. She didn't know anything about him other than the main fact that he was the headmaster of the school. So it didn't effect her at all. She was, however, quite sentimental at times like this and was sure that during the ceremony a tear or two would fall. But that would be it.
After walking for a mere few minutes, she reached the cemetery, seeing only Carma, a few professors, and a few students there already. Well, at least she could be sure that she definitely wasn't late or anything. She ended up taking a seat near some other student, not really bothering to look at their face. Glancing around briefly, she saw ABBA standing to the side. She hadn't noticed him there before. Her eyes slid carelessly up and down his still standing form before turning away, waiting for the ceremony to begin.
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Autumn Rathjen
Gryffindor
Fourth Year
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Post by Autumn Rathjen on Aug 2, 2008 22:41:37 GMT -5
Today was a sad day. A sad day indeed. Not only was the Headmaster missing, he was presumed dead. He was a good man. Seemingly shy, but a good man all the same. This Headmaster had been in control since Autumn had come to Hogwarts, and was sure that he had that position way before she had arrived at this glorious place. Since some idiot decided that it would be fun to abduct and murder random witches and wizards, everything has gotten out of control. And just when you'd think everything would start to get back to normal, the Headmaster and Arri Faltskog went missing. The school was lucky enough to have found Arri alive, but the Headmaster's body hadn't been found, but was presumed dead, as was already mentioned. Since the Headmaster had done so much for this school, it was only fitting to have a large funeral for him. Autumn had already chosen an outfit the day before, but didn't want to put it on until the funeral was about ready to start, so she wouldn't get any stains on her dress. The Gryffindor looked in the mirror at herself, and let a small shy escape from her lips. She had only been to two funerals in her lifetime. Sophia Davis's father's, and her own father's. And it was time for yet another one. Autumn slowly made her way out of the room, trying to hold herself together. The Gryffindor made her way out to The Lawns, where she presumed the funeral would be, since graduations and weddings had been held there, also. But all she found was emptiness. Letting another sigh escape, she noticed a few flowers laying on the grass. Knowing that flowers were fit for a funeral, Autumn carefully bent down and picked a few, trying to make them look neat and proper. As the Gryffindor stood back up, she rather older looking boy make his way down to the Forbidden Forest. Was he that new professor guy? She'd have to find out later, as now was not the time. Hoping that he was going the right way, Autumn decided to nonchalantly follow him, as he probably knew where he was going. And thankfully, he did. Deciding to go her own way, the girl smoothed her dress out, and made her way to the third row of seats, making sure that her flowers were still looking lovely. Noticing Elessar and a friend of his, she gave a tiny, yet still sad, smile in their direction, but then looked at the place where the Headmaster's body should have been, feeling horrible about the school's loss.
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Vlad Keegan
Hufflepuff
Second Year
long before you leave don't forget a kiss, a hug, a tender and sweet goodbye - Thanks Kath for Sig
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Post by Vlad Keegan on Aug 2, 2008 22:58:30 GMT -5
Vlad was still sitting down in the same spot. One single thought was going through his head. Should he say something about the beloved Headmaster? What could he say? He didn't know the man much, but the man was responsible for making this school for him so after another few minutes of weighing out the pro's and con's of talking on behalf of a first year not knowing the headmaster he decided it was appropriate. He would do this once Carma would allow others to speak.
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Post by Carma Rousseau on Aug 2, 2008 22:59:09 GMT -5
Carma smiled at Elessar, Kat, Vlad, Natalie, Jessica, and Autumn as they entered the cemetery and took their seats, leaving flowers and notes on the way. Her gaze lingered the longest on Alexander, the new Professor, as he slouched in and took a seat as far away as possible. Well, Carma couldn't blame him, he didn't know the old coot that previously ran this school. It was nice of him to show up though.
Turning her eyes back onto her cards, Carma caught a flash of someone else in the tree line and snapped her eyes back up, thinking something had gone horribly wrong... but no, it wasn't who she expected. It was Abba, leaning against a tree in his best funeral wear and a pair of dark glasses. Stoic, reserved, and completely aloof from the rest of them.
Just the sight of him made Carma's stomach turn and she didn't try to hide it, staring blankly at the eyes that must have been beyond his dark glasses for a few long, silent moments. Coming to see the funeral of the one he'd killed? Classy. Carma wouldn't at all be surprised if the Headmaster's body was buried only yards away in the forest, or perhaps chopped up as food for the wandering creatures that inhabited these woods. If Arri hadn't the strength to crawl out of the forest alive then this would certainly be a funeral for her as well.
Carma gave Abba a derisive smirk across the clearing. Oh, yes, she knew. She knew about what he'd done, and would be damned if she let it happen to her as well. Her wand was tucked away in the pocket of her skirt and Carma would have it in her fingers and pressed into the dip in Abba's handsome throat within a split second of him coming near her. It was better for him to stay on that side of the cemetery. Preferably leaning right there, against that tree.
A smile replaced Carma's smirk, as if Abba had done something very funny, and she looked back to her cards, shuffling them in place. Once everyone had arrived they could begin.
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Post by Professor Bianca Frye on Aug 2, 2008 23:03:47 GMT -5
Bianca couldn't beleive it. Of her years at Hogwarts, she had seen students die, but never professors. It seemed like the entire student and faculty of Hogwarts was present, and more. she noticed reporters and even some past students amongst the crowd. She was defiantly never one to like funerals. She was dressed in the traditional black knee length dress, and a pair of black heels. She went and stood over near Jessica.
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Styx Capricorn
Staff
Gameskeeper
A few sandwiches short of a picnic
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Post by Styx Capricorn on Aug 2, 2008 23:07:29 GMT -5
Taking time out his world travels and his job here at school, Styx Capricorn's feet took the time to walk him down to the Forbidden Forest. Dressed in his best traditional Capricorn funeral clothes, Capricorn wore a thong made from an old burlap sack. He of course was bare footed with a bow tie wrapped around his big toe. Capricorn thought highly of the Headmaster and his mood was somber and quiet. Capricorn's feet carried him up beside the tombstone where he layed some crab grass and freshly cut toe nail clippings. He then turned to face the crowd with head bowed and motioned for the other to do the same. Please bow your heads as I lead us in prayer, The Headmaster was kind and had grey hair.
His name was not Billy, John or Fred, And it saddens me to know he is dead.
Roses are red and possum feet are pink, I took a bath so now I don't stink.
We are gathered here to mourn a great loss, After your brush make sure to floss.
Beans beans beans will make you fart, Forever keep him in your heart.
When frying chicken use lots of grease May the Headmaster forever rest in peace.
Amen
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Post by Lara Desser on Aug 2, 2008 23:09:51 GMT -5
Slowly, Lara wandered down to the Forbidden Forest. Strong feelings of sadness took over her body. It was strange, she had never known the Headmaster, yet she felt like she had lost something dear to her. This was an emotion she had never felt before, having never gone to any funeral, nor known anyone that had died. So this whole thing was new to her. It managed to point out the inevitability of death, and thats what scared her most of all.
Lara had dressed appropriately for the occasion, wearing what she thought to be very dark, depressing colours. Her face was blank. She wasn't crying. It was one of those times that was too sad to cry; and Lara wasn't much of a cryer anyway. She didn't even dare to look and see who else had turned up, not even for a second. She simply didn't want to know. Instead, she took a seat at the back, and stared at her feet. For some reason, that was always her way of dealing with her sadness, or even confusion. Besides, she didn't want to see the reactions of anyone else. She knew they would be sad, too, and that would just make her feel worse.
Lara didn't say a word, and neither did anyone else. So it was completly silent. But it wasn't one of those uncomofrtable silences which she hated. No, it was the opposite. And she was thankful for it, if anyone had said anything it would have only made her angry. Lara needed time to think about things. The Headmaster, mainly, because thats why she was there. So Lara just looked at her feet, thinking of the Headmaster. Because thats all she could really do.
Once the service began, Lara kept her head down. She listened to the prayer, or the poem as it did rhyme. She managed a smile at that point. Hopefully that was what was meant to happen. But given what it was about, she couldn't laugh.
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