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Fleur (sacre_fleur) wrote in strugglewithin,
@ 2008-11-03 21:37:00

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*complete, august 1997, bill weasley, fleur weasley, george weasley, nymphadora lupin

RP: In Memorium
Characters: Fleur Weasley, Bill Weasley, Order of The Phoenix Members
Date: 3 August 1997
Place: The Hog's Head
Summary: We Remember Mad Eye... Constant Vigilance
Status: Semi Private (All Order Members Invited), InComplete

It was an odd place to have a memorial, but then again, Mad Eye had been an odd sort of man, Fleur thought as she settled at a table as Bill went to fetch their drinks. There was no funeral, for there was no body. But still, they had all gathered together at the Hog's Head for a private Memorial Service, or wake as she had heard someone say. Fleur wasn't certain how appropriate wake was as a term to refer to someone dead, but then she often didn't understand some of the stranger complexities of the English language.

Mundungus was nowhere to be seen, which was fitting considering that, in Fleur's mind, he was partly responsible for Moody's death, possibly had even been the one to betray them. It had shaken her badly, she had never seen anyone killed before, and the memory of Moody being struck down by Voldemort, his lifeless body plummeting to the earth below would haunt her until the end of her days.

Aberforth had closed the place for the evening, and so it was just the Order members, here to remember, and to plan, and to prepare.

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ex_holey416
2008-11-03 09:15 pm UTC (link)

George was late, the shop had been flooded with people and Fred felt it wasn't right to leave Verity alone. So dragging his twin out the two made it finally to memorial service. Death was never a pleasant subject, and George had never been keen on discussing it at length. But he was one of the few people he truly respected so, with jokes aside for the first time in his life, George walked in tight lipped.

He of course couldn't account for Fred's behavior. Fred was always the twin who tried to cheer everyone's spirits even when it wasn't particularly appropriate. Secretly George would be thinking something similar, but actually knew when to shut his mouth. (Some of the time.)

George and Fred took a seat with the rest of the Order. It was surprisingly quiet, even for something so solemn.

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tough_tonks
2008-11-04 12:28 am UTC (link)

Tonks couldn't stay long. She wanted to get home to Remus, to stop at the Leaky Cauldron and listen to general chatter about the business of the day, and it really was simply too painful to think that Moody was truly gone. He might have been a harsh teacher, but he was one of the best she ever had. He taught her how to be an Auror by example far more than class room training. He was a mentor, a hero and one of the hardest workers she'd ever known. Broken from life and yes, very possibly, a little bit mad, he was a great man, and she missed him fiercely.

It was in that respect that she forced herself to come. She was still wearing her Auror's robes, fresh from the office and the entirely too long, tense day at work. She nodded to George, Fred and Fleur as she saw all of them at the table. "...Wotcher..." She offered quietly, but even her heart wasn't fully behind her customary greeting. She tried, at least. She looked a touch paler than her usual self, her heart-shape face drawn and tired.

She passed the table, heading for the bar and glancing up to Aberforth. "Do'ye have some coffee, or something? No butter beer. Just something to keep me up. Thanks." She offered gently, waiting for the hot drink. Though it was still, technically, summer, everything just felt a little bit colder for the last few days' events.

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ww_cursebreaker
2008-11-05 08:24 pm UTC (link)

Bill was at the bar, getting wine for Fleur and a firewhisky for himself. Mad Eye was dead. The man who took distinct and perverse pleasure in jumping out from the oddest places, shouting 'Constant Vigilance!'

This death, on the heels of Dumbledore's last spring, and the business with George's ear made everything so much more real. They were at war. And as much as he assured Fleur, it was becoming harder to assume that they'd come out of it alright.

He sighed, picking up the two glasses and thanking Aberforth.

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