"I know what you mean," Hermione squeezed his arm.
She was quiet for a moment. "I've been thinking," she bumped his hip with her at the noise he made. "If it's all the same to you, I'd much rather be cremated by ancient rites and our ashes scattered from the cliff beyond our circle." This was a conversation they should probably have in some depth once they were home so that they could document their preferences. "Then we could both have a memorial next to Winter. We could have us all covered with violets."