Snitchers Mods (snitchersmods) wrote in snitchers, @ 2017-09-05 21:34:00 |
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Memorial Service
Who: Everyone
When: Wednesday, September 6th, 2002, Afternoon
Where: Hogwarts
What: Memorial Service for Minerva McGonagall
I cannot guess what we'll discover
When we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels
But I know our filthy hands can wash one another's
And not one speck will remain
I do believe it's true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
But if the silence takes you
On the grounds of Hogwarts sits an old cemetery. Students walk by it each day, not paying it any mind at all. The tombstones are chiseled with forgotten names and no matter how often they are cut back, wild roses and ivy find their way back in. It is in that modest, old and nearly forgotten cemetery where Minerva McGonagall requested to be buried. Her last will demanded no grand parade, no big affair. She requested a simple, modest and tasteful service.
The Ministry gave the witch what she wanted. Her tombstone lacked any frills or poetry. It read simply