Jasper hated funerals. Well, pretty much everyone hated funerals, but considering the first funeral he ever attended was for his parents and the second was for his childhood hero, Jasper felt he might have a particular unease when it came to them. As much as he idolized Harry, Jasper had sat through the service with one foot out the door already. He hadn't even bothered to take off his coat.
It was a relief when it was finally over, and he filed out with the crowd. But instead of making his way back to his empty house in London, Jasper lingered in the new old halls of Hogwarts. Everything looked the same, even though he knew almost everything was new. It was strangely comforting as he wandered aimlessly through the school, getting lost in memories.