Justin's shoulders sagged in relief. He patted Ernie's back before finally letting him go, pretending to wipe a tear from his mate's jacket.
"So we're here, and all these people... I think they deserve to be remembered a little too, you know?" He looked at Ernie with hope in his eyes. "On Saturday, Seamus got us telling stories about Harry, to remember him the way we wanted to remember him. Go ahead, pick someone from here," he waved at the memorial. "Tell me a story, Ern."