bellatrix will set the hounds on you; (coldrose) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2008-12-10 17:55:00 |
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OOC Log: Regulus's Funeral
WHO: Aquila Avery, Astra Lestrange, Barty Crouch JR, Bellatrix Lestrange, Chloris Burke, Demetrius Mulciber, Jacqueline Wilkes, Julianne Wilkes, Marius Lestrange, Narcissa Malfoy, Rabastan Lestrange, Regulus Black's fake body, Severus Snape and anyone else who would attend.
WHAT: Regulus's Funeral.
WHERE: Highgate Cemetary, London
WHEN: 10 December, 1979 @ 11.00 AM
RATING: Can't imagine it's high, unless someone jumps into the grave to take Reg in their arms one more time.
STATUS: OOC Log, plz!
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Regulus's funeral would have begun promptly at 11:00 as, for the most part, things would be planned by Narcissa and marshalled by Bellatrix. A large casket spray of white calla lilies interspersed with yellow roses would adorn a classically constructed casket made of cherry wood. The only people permitted to speak are Bellatrix, who as the oldest surviving Black child, giving the eulogy and Barty, should he wish to say any words.
Bellatrix's words will be simple: She will mourn the loss of her young cousin who was full of potential, who was a comfort to his family and a guiding star to the youth of his age. She will enumerate his fine qualities: his love of Quidditch, his studious nature and his commitment to the preservation of Magical culture in England. And then, to end with a flourish, she will say that she hopes his death is a lesson to anyone who thinks that the purity of Wizardkind is not in constant and supreme danger from the savage influence of the Muggle world. She will also call on the people at the funeral to take up Regulus's banner to defend their country and their way of life against those who would assail it.
Walburga, for her part, will say or do very little. She'll be practically catatonic: she will not acknowledge anyone who speaks with her and will have to be lead around by the elbow.
Also, for aesthetic purposes, it's raining. One of those miserable, cold, soaking drizzles that dampens all colour and even makes the sky look like a dingy grey blanket.