Charlie and Open
Charlie had been lurking around the statue in Monument Alley for quite a while, mostly trying to stay at the edge of the crowd. At least unlike the day before this was a more sombre event. He knew that Victis Honor day needed to move on and he honestly was feeling a little easier about it with each passing year, but he'd still not stayed long and had ended up going home and drinking far more than usual.
After mostly recovering from his hangover he'd gone and spent the day at his parents' house remembering all sorts of things about Fred, and all of his other siblings too.
He'd watched as the points of light slowly emerged, trying to focus on a bright future not the lights that had been extinguished by war. Mostly he was succeeding. He had to admit that the statue was beautiful. The Ministry had got it right this year, or as right as it was ever likely to be.