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 23:14:23 GMT -5
Vlad saw the man who looked well, naked coming to start a prayer. He knew after this he would meet many interesting people. He bowed his head and listened to the prayer the naked wizard chanted. Since Vlad was a young wizard and a young man he laughed at certain parts, mostly about the bath, and chicken grease. The thing was though even though he laughed and the prayer was funny it did not take away any of the feelings whatsoever out of the prayer for the headmaster and his sorrowful passing.
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Post by Arri Faltskog on Aug 2, 2008 23:29:00 GMT -5
((I realize the blasted thread isn't over yet but, well, she should be here so....))
It had been over a month now since Arri had returned, or at least her body had. The condition in which she was in was mind blowing and, to put it in simple terms, a complete and utter wreck. It literally looked as if Arri had been run over by a car (several times) while also being attacked by a baseball bat, a whip, and various other sharp objects simultaneously. Needless to say the condition she returned to school in was not the greatest. And her time in the hospital was quite lack lustering, a grave and dark contrast to her last visit in the wing -- when she gave birth to the twins.
The injuries that Arri came to the hospital wing with were more or less still there. The minimal and less severe of her injuries, cuts and scrapes from her trek through the forest had been healing nicely although leaving slight scars at the present moment. Her other wounds on the other hand were still ever present and with her each day that she continued to live and breath. Her foot was still broken and she was unable to walk unaided. It sure did not help that her wrist was broken along with a few other bones in her forearm on the right side. The lacerations along her body, particularly her back, were still healing after having been stitched up or however it was that the nurses at school fixed her without killing her. But still one thing possibly plagued those who knew what happened to her in that hospital wing.
Sure Arri had been unconscious and stayed there for a good while but what happened to her memory? The last thing that she could remember was some time in her student years, back when she was in school with all her old friends. Because of this she only knew Kelsey and Abba in the hospital wing and was quite surprised at what was going on around her, not knowing anyone, from Junior to Carma, Aaron to Jenny Bay. Each person seemed like a stranger to her and most certainly did not help that they said that she should know who they were. But since those weeks in the hospital no one had seen hide nor hair of Arri Faltskog. Where had she been? Why wasn't she at her home in Wishing Wells?
Well, quite frankly, she had no recollection of that home what so ever. Nothing about Wishing Wells was something that she knew so she had to go to the home she shared with her family in the Muggle world. There, in that home, was where she started her long road to recovery, in the deep seclusion that was the unknowing to anyone but the family. The safety of the community that had no clue about what her and Abba, and their family, truly were. It was the perfect place to be when one did not want to be known as a witch or wizard and preferred the normal life of a muggle. And that was what Arri needed most in her recovery.
Now, following all that time in seclusion it was the day of the Headmaster's Memorial Service, and the day that Arri would finally leave the house to attend it. Things within her mind were still fuzzy, and she was still suffering from her injuries to her head but from what she had been reading in the paper Arri knew she would have to attend this event regardless of how her memory was at the time. And that was where she was now, on the outskirts of the forest. She had stopped there for a moment because with the use of her crutch it was difficult to move around and, as people who used those blasted things know, quite tiresome. "I'll catch up with you in a bit," she told Abba as she paused there for a moment.
Arri had a feeling the moment she stopped near the Gameskeeper's Hut before going into the forest. Looking around it seemed as if this location had some form of significance. She was unable to remember that the location in which she was standing was where she had collapsed. The blood and dirt that had stained the ground was now washed away and any remnants of her unconsciousness here had long since been gone. A slight chill ran up and down Arri's spine as she readjusted her outfit and continued on her way, slowly but surely.
Dressed in a black suit which had a skirt, Arri, eyes shrouded in her dark sunglasses, slowly made her way though the forest down a seemingly unnoticeable pathway that lead straight toward the cemetery. Several people could be seen walking through the forest along other paths or just over the roots of the trees that stood tall and looming overhead. As Arri got closer to the cemetery she saw the memorial service in sight along with someone who seemed to now be in a prayer. Hearing the voice, Arri slowly made her way toward the chairs around the tombstone. She noticed Abba out of the corner of her eye as she paused to look at him, seeing him standing there against the tree. She motioned toward the service but he seemed not to budge as she slowly made her way there, wondering if she would recognize all the people in attendance. Finally making it there, she took a seat near the end of the row and waited patiently for someone to continue.
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Post by Professor Jessica Thompson on Aug 2, 2008 23:33:57 GMT -5
Jessica nodded her head in greeting to Bianca as the seventh year Hufflepuff came over to her. She didn't dare crack a smile -- not even a sad one, didn't even dare to speak. There was a solemn tension over the cemetery and she could feel it hovering. She was almost tense, not having been to a funeral in a while. The last funeral she'd been to was...well, someone dear to her. She bit her lip, refusing the tears that threatened to spill over. This would be the wrong funeral to cry for her earlier loss at.
However, she was slightly saddened by the fact that the Headmaster was dead. She'd read an article in the paper the other day about how he had been missing for a few months already and had been presumed dead. She wondered what would happen if he wasn't dead, if he somehow had been trapped or kept away. She shook her head slightly in response to her own thoughts. The staff of the school was quite capable and she was sure they weren't making a mistake. She lifted her head slightly as she heard a crunch of dry leaves.
She watched as a somber faced man took several steps down the aisle, only to lay something at the base of the headstone. She couldn't exactly tell what it was, wasn't sure she really wanted to care. But she did. She lifted her eyes and surveyed the man's face as he turned to them and indicated them to bow their heads. And she did. Head bowed low, she clasped her hands together in her lap, more of a way to keep herself from fidgeting around than a reverent act. As the man begin to pray, her lips curved upward slightly as she attempted to hide a smile but failed. However, she managed to keep it a small, sad smile as she listened to the man's words, not sure where he had come up with them. As he finished with the prayer, her lips moved automatically, whispering a solemn 'Amen' after his own ending.
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Post by Jenny Bay on Aug 3, 2008 0:06:46 GMT -5
Jenny walked slowly into the forbidden forest wearing a black dress and holding a bunch of pink roses. She had heard that the funeral for the headmaster was being held there and had gone to attend. Jenny hadn't really known the headmaster, but to be polite she had gone anyway. As she arrived she saw that many people had already arrived before her. She chuckled as she saw the man who was going to say the prayer
She listened solemnly to the prayers and bowed her heads, but was suprised to see Abba standing to the side. Wasn't he the one who had done away with the headmaster? Jenny wasn't sure what she believed anymore. She looked to Arri who seh had recently collected along with numerous others. She wondered if Arri remembered anyone else besides who she had in th hospital wing, but Jenny was doubtful that she did. She whispered 'amen' after the prayer was done, and bent down to lay her roses on the tomb. "may you rest in peace," she said softly
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Shawn Myers
Professor
Care of Magical Creatures
kissmysass.
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Post by Shawn Myers on Aug 3, 2008 0:47:29 GMT -5
Shawn sighed lightly as he followed the steady flow of people that were making their way to the forbidden forest for the Memorial Service, dragging his feet as he walked and almost tripping a few times. He was dressed nicely, though he had been unsure of what exactly he was supposed to wear to a funeral, much less a funeral of a headmaster of the school. As Shawn thought about the Headmaster he realized that he had probably only seen the man once or twice, and he found that he couldn't recall what he looked like. Maybe he was even hallucinating those very few times he had seen him.
When he made it to the small cemetery, Shawn frowned lightly. He hadn't even known that Hogwarts had a cemetery before today, though that wasn't surprising since it was so small. He also couldn't recall any time that it needed to be used during his time here.. and he'd been here a long time. After sitting down in an empty chair he looked around at everyone else that was here. To his surprise, he saw Arri. He didn't really know much about her condition, other than the fact that she'd been missing and then had to spend a lot of time in the hospital wig, but he was still surprised to see her here.
As he heard the beginnings of a prayer of some sort instructing him to bow his head, he did just that. He looked down at his feet and listened, but after hearing a bit of it he peeked up to see who was speaking. By the end he couldn't stop himself from cracking a smile, even though he wasn't sure if that was.. well, appropriate.
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Post by Jaegar Ansari on Aug 3, 2008 1:49:39 GMT -5
Jay walked to the funeral wearing his best clothes, which weren't very good but he was really poor. What could he really do? He thought about finding a well off girl so maybe she could take him buying some legit clothes. Anyways... that's not what this is about and he didn't want to pick up chicks at a funeral especially the Headmaster. The Headmaster had to put up with a lot of Jay's sh*t. He did feel bad about it. He brought a couple of nice flowers he picked up along the way. He picked them out of someone's garden but he won't mention whose. Jay didn't pray because he wasn't religious by any means. He saw other people there. Most he knew... some he didn't
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Jared Stone
Slytherin
Fourth Year
Luke Taylor Stalker, Thats me.
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Post by Jared Stone on Aug 3, 2008 5:01:16 GMT -5
Jared had read the newspaper and heard about everything, and when he had heard that there was going to be a memorial for the old headmaster well he just had to go, this was the man that had been there so he could learn everything he could learn. He took a long walk holding some flowers in his hands, along the path to the cemetery. He never knew or even met the headmaster but he had always been there with the school, setting things right and making sure that they were safe while they were learning so he thought it would be better, nicer if he came and paid his respects.
He walked through the forest admiring the leafs in the trees which were starting to losing there colour, he wore his best clothes, which resided of black trousers a belt and a black shirt, he thought he would wear some black glasses as well, Jared wasn’t the most stable person at a funeral even for some one he didn’t know.
He found the clearing just inside the forest, walking in he noticed that there were some people there already, he smiled as he saw his best friends Autumn, he would sit next to her once he had put his flowers on the grave. He walked over to the grave and saw it was very bear with only the words "headmaster" on them, he laid his coronations on the floor next to the grave, he was trying to think of something to say, but what do you say to a man that had done so much for you but you never even met him.
"Thank you" was all he could say.
He walked back to where every one was sitting and sat next to Autumn with his head bowed trying to keep his emotions under check
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Asc Malfoy
Slytherin
Sixth Year
~ aSc MaLfOy ~
Posts: 567
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Post by Asc Malfoy on Aug 3, 2008 5:48:17 GMT -5
Asc had heard about the headmasters death and that today was the memorial service. Knowing that it was at the forbidden forest she put on her dullest clothes..she wore a black dress and made her way to forset to pay her respects. She hadnt ever met or seen the headmaster in person but had heard a great deal about him. He was a great person.
She walked into the forbidden forset passing many trees and also saw many other students making their way to the service to pay their respects. When it came to sad occasions asc wasnt the best person. When she arrived she saw jay and many others but didnt bother to make contact since it wasnt the occasion. Looking around to see some chairs, asc took a seat at the end of a row waiting for the service to continue.
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Mynde Pye-Thomas
Adult Wizard
the year changes but the face remains the same
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Post by Mynde Pye-Thomas on Aug 3, 2008 6:10:14 GMT -5
Mynde scurried down the worn path behind some staff behind some students. It was just like her to be late. She had on dark dressrobes and her hair was pulled back. Her eyes scanned everywhere and yet her mind had been OH MY GAAWD, the Headmaster is DEAD! This is terrible just shocking! So many questions, popped in her head. Mynde had known the Headmaster she had seen him on many occasions, usually his attire was that of a freespirit. She never worried about it really, the Headmaster was Old and essentric. She would miss him he was kinda like ummm a great old uncle type. In the few meetings she had with him he would smile give her a kind word or two. But he was DEAD! Mynde's life seemed to be filled with funerals. Unushed tears formed as she got closer to the site. Drat she was really becoming worried there were others, missing. She made her way into the seating area already seeing Carma, El, Alex and others. Taking her seat among the staff. Not wanting to dirty her slippers anyfurther she pulled her legs up and rested her feet on the chair infront of her. She didn't really care for cemetaries, She didn't really care for the forbidden forest either. A slight shiver ran down her back and she turned to look. Not seeing anything but a shadow of something she turned and bowed her head as Styx spoke his words. He was very much like the Headmaster, a freespirit. Mynde prayed for the Headmaster. The time has come to say goodbye may your spirit fly among the skies
You were kind and ever thoughful I say this prayer you were never awful
We will miss your ways that guidence you provided and many will miss your backside that noone minded
Headmaster of this wonderful school may you look down on us for we shall be looking up each month; for that full moon shall be you Myn waited for others to talk, her mind flashed. She looked around once more, there was an underlaying vibe and it sent shivers down her spine. Absently she reached for her stone, rubbed it and then stopped. Abba will become the headmaster?!? IF the dark wizards came or were lurking in the shadows of the forest she would be ready. For she was one of ABBA's girls.... through and through! a Hufflepuff till the End...
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Post by Kath Blackthorn on Aug 3, 2008 6:38:33 GMT -5
Hearing the news of the death through the prophet was quite a shock to Kath. There were many death's and she felt remorse for all of them but when she read that about the headmaster she felt a little more remorse. Kath had never met him but he was part of this school and she intended to pay her respects to someone who successfully took part in the running of the school she loved. Digging through her wardrobe Kath looked through the many dresses that hung still in her wardrobe. Looking out through the small window at the cold September weather Kath decided against a dress her legs would get to cold. Reaching right into the back of her wardrobe Kath pulled out her suit.
Planning on wearing the suit all she had to do now was find a top to go under it as showing too much chest may have seem inappropriate to some. Pulling out a black vest top from her chest of drawers Kath got herself dressed and tied her hair up into a low pony tail putting a black trilby hat on the top of her head. Kath wasn't often seen wearing a hat but it was a special occasion. She already had make up on so she was ready to go. Sleeping her feet into a pair of black heels (what else? its Kath) and then said goodbye to her animals who all seemed to understand that something was up. Kath picked up her bouquet of flowers on the way out and made her way to the funeral service which was being held at the forbidden forest.
As she journeyed down there Kath walked past the hut that had so many fond memories for her. She continued to walk for a couple more minutes until she got to the memorial service. Walking over to the gravestone where Carma was stood Kath placed the flowers down carefully with the other flowers that led there. Smiling lightly at Carma, Kath went to find a seat. Sitting down on her chosen seat Kath waited in silence for the service to begin. Kath looked on as Styx got up and began to say a few words. Bowing her head Kath closed her eyes. The poem was nice but some of the lines were quite funny but Kath resisted the temptation to smirk about them let alone laugh. Once the poem was finished Kath slowly lifted her head and waited.
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Post by Professor Torza Ansari on Aug 3, 2008 7:49:20 GMT -5
Of all the things Torza wanted to do today, a funeral was not one of them. After hearing of her sisters disappearance and her ex-fiance's murder she was not in the best of moods at all and a funeral made her all the more miserable. Could she call it a funeral? Surely that would make it all the more sure that he had died. Even though the papers had declared him as dead it was sad to think that he had really been killed in some vile way. Torza sighed as she made her way over to a small bunch of people who all seemed as miserable as she felt.
Looking down at her black dress she tugged on one of the long sleeves self-consciously as she felt tears prick her eyes. They weren't just for the headmaster but for everyone she had known and lost, Hoda, Frank and all those people that had been killed. She knew she had to do something about it but what could she do? It was hard enough not messing up her own life let alone helping people sort out the mess others had. Sighing she thought of how rude she must be visiting a funeral when she didn't even really know the guy. Was he nice? Was he not? She doubted she would ever learn now. There was some sort of unwritten law which said you always had to speak well of the dead. Even Torza felt obliged to forgive Frank even though he had cheated on her because he had died in such a horrific way. Good she thought to herself for one brief minute before letting angry tears fall down her cheek. Anyone looking at her would have just assumed she was crying over the headmaster and not over how cruel she had just been. Such a kind person could hardly have so much hatred in her could she?
On wobbly legs she looked about at the people she knew. Kath, Lara, Abba. Carma...Jessica...so many people all paying respects. It touched her that people cared enough about this guy she knew so little about. No one was talking which scared her but she decided not to break the silence. Staying as still as she could she listened as the service began and sighed deeply. Her mind wasn't on anything anyone was saying, she had only turned up to show her respects but now she just wanted it to be over. She could smell the death and hurt in the air and Torza didn't like it. She didn't like it at all.
((sorry it was sucky! I'm still ill if that counts as a good excuse hehe))
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Post by Cassidy Daniels on Aug 3, 2008 9:37:28 GMT -5
Cassidy didn't like funerals. Cassidy had pulled out her black funeral dress once again, hoping she would never have to again. There were light swirls on it, but not very noticeable unless you were up close. Cassidy's face was stuck in an unusual serious look, thoughtfulness in her eyes. Her hair was in a single ponytail in the back, held up in a back bow tie. Oh, how she dreaded the thing. Her snake was on her shoulder, wear a black bow tie of her own. Troylie also had the sense of not being happy, but of being sad. It was a very solemn day though. As she approached the cemetery, she glanced around at everyone who had already collected there. She gave a few stiff nods to people she knew, before sitting down in one of the chairs. She twiddled her thumbs lightly, staring down at her feet; thinking. Why was she feeling so sad for a man she had never known? A man hardly anybody had ever known? She looked up at the tombstone, reading the name headmaster over and over again silently. The memory of another tombstone came into mind, someone near and dear to her. Cassidy looked away from the tombstone quickly and to the ground. Her grandfather, Charles Daniels, had died a few years ago. She missed him so much, and going to his funeral had been so hard for Cassidy. She was sooo close with him, and then he just left. Her very sad feelings at the funeral she attending right now were probably empathetic, to anybody who was close with the Headmaster. Cassidy slowly looked back at the tombstone, nodding. She wasn't sure why at the time, the headmaster wasn't even buried there; but it was like a 'you did good.' nod. Cassidy bowed her head as everyone else did, as a strange looking man said the prayers. Not even a light chuckle or smile was on Cassidy's face as he said them, even though she thought they were pretty funny. She whispered an 'amen' once he had finished. Waiting a few moments, Cassidy slowly stood up and walked over to the stone, staring down at the name Headmaster engraved on it again. She reached into hr pocket and pulled out a cookie. No, not the average cookies she handed out willy nilly; but a special one. It was shaped like a star, with RIP on it. She placed it by the stone, along with a rose Troylie had picked out, and silently prayed for him before standing up. "Rest in peace, headmaster." she said quietly, before moving so other people could pay their respects.
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Jadyn Hart
Gryffindor
Third Year
tell me how you love me now.
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Post by Jadyn Hart on Aug 3, 2008 10:51:11 GMT -5
Jadyn heard about a funeral and memorial service being held for the Headmaster of the school. She really didn't want to go. She was miserable. She didn't like the stuff that was happening, probably no one did. But she was young and it terrified her. Not that she had much to worry about..Plus she didn't even really know the man. But she'd go anyway, because he was the Headmaster, and he'd probably done a lot for the school. So she dressed herself in a simple black dress, black flats, and put her hair into a bun.
She sighed and followed the large crowd of people to the Forbidden Forrest, frowning. Jadyn finally made it to the service and sat down just right when the prayer began. She bowed her head and listened to it. It had a little humor, which kind of helped cheer things up just a little bit. But this was a funeral, so nothing could really cheer it up. Of course Jadyn layed flowers near the grave. She really didn't know what to say or put there anyway. Jadyn let a loud sigh from her mouth and listened to all the poems and the stuff people wrote. This was quite depressing, not Jadyns type of thing, but it was a funeral. What do you expect?
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Lily Stone
Ravenclaw
Third Year
DADA, COMC, Charms
Posts: 596
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Post by Lily Stone on Aug 3, 2008 10:57:06 GMT -5
Lily walked over to the memorial service. Her brownie blond hair tied up in two plaits which were swinging from side to side. It was a funeral for the headmaster and as she was only a first year she didn't really even know the man. Still it was out of pure politeness that she was there and although she wasn't crying like some were she did look very solemn in her little black dress. It was lucky that she had a black dress with her really after all she hadn't planned on going to a funeral. She didn't think anyone had.
Searching around with her brown eyes she sighed lightly looking for someone familiar. A few people she had seen around school but had not talked to were there. It was hard finding someone she had spoken to after all she was a very quiet girl and if she did talk to someone they tended to forget her. Lily, well she never forgot anyone at all...
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Isis Zipporrah
Gryffindor
Third Year
so who's gonna watch you DIE?
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Post by Isis Zipporrah on Aug 3, 2008 11:37:01 GMT -5
Isis, wearing a short-sleeved black dress and black flats, hurried down to the clearing in the Forbidden Forest where she learned that the Headmaster's funeral was being held. She wasn't quite sure why she was going; she hardly knew the Headmaster after all. No one reall did. But respects were to be paid and Isis was never one to be so callous about death.
Knowing she was late, Isis slipped in a seat in the back, though she spotted her roommate Autumn somewhere near the third row. She had a bunch of flowers for the headmaster, but Isis had picked a single white rose. It was always the one she left on her mother's grave. Her head bowed solemnly, Isis began to say a prayer for the Headmaster's departed soul. It was odd though, to pray for someone who was presumed dead. They never did find a body.
We never found the body...
She had heard those words before. This all seemed too familiar. The headstone was smaller, the chairs were fewer. But the setting looked the same at her mother's funeral. They never found her body either.
Silently, uncontrollably, Isis began to cry. Not just because she remembered her mother's death, but because of the Headmaster's, Sophia Davis's father's, Professor Garrisson's family... All those who died because some people felt that it was time for change, even if it was at the expense of other people's lives.
But it wouldn't help to get hysterical at the solemn gathering for the Headmaster. Her hand over her mouth, Isis quietly let the tears fall.
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