Who: Ben Dunstan, Euphemia Borage and anyone else Where:Abney Park Cemetary When: Saturday night at midnight What: Wizards try to figure out what, exactly, a candlelit vigil is and then hold one for Harry. Hopefully with guest appearances by something random. Rating: Who knows? Status: Open; in progress
Another Owl was swooping down through the night, its wings outstretched as it glided through the air, beautiful silhouetted against the darkness. Euphemia's eyes fixed upon it, watching the feathers lift as it came towards her - just before it crashed into the shield that she'd erected into the air to prevent it from actually getting there. It joined another dazed-looking owl and she sighed as she curled up on the grass, staring down into the bottle of amber liquid as a candle dripped down on a headstone, wondering if this was really what muggles meant by a candlelit vigil.
It was a cold night and so she tugged her jacket tighter around her shoulders, knees up against her chest as she waited for anyone else to come. Potter's grave seemed lonely where it was, placed on the top of a hill, nothing else surrounding it and she thought that it had been the intent to hold massive ceremonies on this hill. Things for national holidays and to honor the war and to remember those who had been lost but nothing for the man himself. Whoever he'd been.