There was one noticeable distinction between the funerals inside Hogwarts and the funerals elsewhere: a distinct lack of reporters. Technically, Al was the only reporter present, but he certainly was not here as one today.
Al renewed the charm to keep the rain off his glasses and stood still, as the wind fought with the wet, flapping hem of his robes.
Five minutes down, twenty-five minutes to go. Al raised his collar and hid his hands in his pockets. He didn't feel up to eating after this, perhaps he'll just...
... he'd wait for this to end, first. The rest didn't really matter.