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Justin Finch-Fletchley (basilisk_srvivr) wrote in pandorarpg,
@ 2011-11-15 18:58:00

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!status: complete, ^date: november 03 2003, character: ernie macmillan, character: justin finch-fletchley

Who: Justin FF & Ernie Macmillan
What: Remembering fallen friends
Where: Hogwarts, Battle of Hogwarts Memorial
When: November 3 - 11:40 AM

Where would we all be without those fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers
The friends I've made, the long lost lovers
I wouldn't be who I am today
If not for those I've loved along the way

Justin stood before the memorial that had been placed on the Hogwarts grounds. This one wasn't for Harry, however - this had been put up after the Battle of Hogwarts, to commemorate those that had fallen, the lives that had ceased that day. Justin had wanted to take a moment here before being faced with Harry's funeral, feeling the need to gather his jumbled emotions together and make some sense of them all.

His father's name wasn't there, nor were the many who had died or been Kissed throughout that year of hell. So much more than those lives had been taken, and just when everyone had begun thinking life could be lived again... more happened. Not just Harry now, but Zacharias' father.

His eyes traced the names, and with every one he searched his memory. Some were classmates, some mere strangers. At least one was the name of someone Justin remembered quite fondly, and intimately. His fingers reached out, tracing the letters C-R-E-E-V-E-Y.

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ernsthename
2011-11-16 12:50 am UTC (link)

It was only by the draught of dreamless sleep did Ernie ever sleep through the night as he had thought to no end about what had happened to Harry, to Mr. Smith, Zacharias, between his best friends and himself, and the odd and disturbing nightmares. Ernie hadn't been back to Hogwarts since their seventh year.

He just wasn't sure how he would've taken it, but now he was here.

He still had difficulties coming to terms with the reason for his visit, and had decided to come early to let it sink in slowly. So much had been lost here, that he left and tried his best to not turn back--even though he was fairly sure that many of his decisions, attitudes and beliefs had come from his experiences at Hogwarts. He had wandered the expansive grounds for a little while that grey day, along the lake as they used to. He had eventually made it to the memorial to the Battle of Hogwarts that he stopped, as he realized that Justin was there when he approached. It was the second time he had seen it, but it reminded him exactly of what he had felt that day. That odd pang of guilt and relief that things were alright. Relief in that he was alive and his loved ones were alive. And guilt realizing that one was lucky to have ever made it through everything alive and mostly intact...when other people most obviously haven't or had suffered infathomable loss.

Ernie stood there for minutes, watching his friend, unsure of what to say himself. For a moment he wondered whether it would be more appropriate to leave Justin alone to his thoughts. But he did feel that something had to be said. Just to let his friend know that he was there, and that his intention was that he was going to be there as a friend; he wasn't one to cut anyone off over something so petty, after all. He thought about how to say it many times the previous day between trying his best to ensure that Zacharias wasn't going to destroy himself one way or another. But of course all that thinking was for naught as he didn't really know what he was going to say now. "Hi Justin," he said, still standing several feet away where he had stopped to watch.

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basilisk_srvivr
2011-11-16 12:57 am UTC (link)

Justin had been so focused inward that he hadn't noticed anyone coming up behind him. He jumped a little at the voice and spun in surprise, his hand going to his chest where his heart raced at the scare. He relaxed, however, at the sight of Ernie, as for the slightest moment there, he'd thought it was someone's ghost there. Whose, he didn't know, but was more than happy not to find out.

"Hey, Ernie," he replied, trying for a grin to hide the scare he'd had. "Anyone ever tell you to knock before coming up on someone-" he looked around him. "Outside, in public?"

He slipped his hands into his pockets, feeling suddenly awkward as he hadn't seen his best mate since the night of the gala - since finding out Harry had died.

	ernsthename 2011-11-16 04:56 am UTC (link)
	"No, you haven't," Ernie said looking at his friend's expressions shift through different shades of sadness. "Although I'm surprised that I hadn't figured that out. It's probably better that I hadn't figured out half of the stuff that goes on at Hogwarts. Just since I was prefect back then." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ernsthename 2011-11-17 02:10 am UTC (link)
	"I guess you're right," Ernie said with a long sigh. It being normal or understandable by other parties didn't mean it was easy. "Thanks," he smiled sadly. He knew that it wasn't a time to get so wrapped up about things that were trivial in the grand scheme... Well compared to the reason they were at Hogwarts, 'taking a break' was nothing. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ernsthename 2011-11-19 05:10 am UTC (link)
	"Alright," Ernie said snapping out of the line of thought he was heading down. "I don't think I would either, and I don't expect it to be a small gathering either." (Reply to this) (Parent)