When Alex caught up with her, Roxanne took his hand. "It's sad, isn't it?" she whispered. She could feel that Headmaster Flitwick shouldn't be in that little box, buried in that tomb. All she could think of was his speech at the End of Year Feast and his squeaky little voice and how he always made things sound interesting, even when they weren't the most spectacular.
She couldn't imagine what it would be like if, instead of Flitwick, it was one of her family members. Her parents had told her what had happened with her Uncle Fred died and how many other people close to them that they lost at the same time and, for the first time in her life, Roxanne had to deal with death. Not the death of a pet, but of a wizard - a true and powerful, magical being.