Susan & open! So this is it... Susan couldn't fathom this feeling within her. She's felt it numerous times over the past year, and this was just another moment in her life where death has left her at a loss for words. While she was never particularly close to Professor Dumbledore, he seemed like the Wizarding World's only hope, and now that he was gone.... well, hope was dangling like a string. It was hard to Susan to grasp at what she was feeling. Was this sadness? Anger? Hopelessness? Perhaps a mixture of all of those mixed together. Susan felt confused more then anything. What did the death of Dumbledore mean? There were so many things that didn't make sense to her at the moment. Why did her grandparents have to die? Why did her uncle - whom she never met - have to die along with this family? Why did her aunt have to die? And most of all, why did Hogwarts and the Wizarding World's only voice for hope and peace have to die?
There were no tears staining Susan's cheeks as she looked around at the somber crowd. Wizards and witches whom Susan had never seen showed up to pay their respects. Some were crying softly, other sobbing, some had tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes. Susan didn't know how to react, she wanted to cry, she wanted to shout, and she wanted to holler, but she couldn't pull herself to do it. She watched the crowds file past the former Headmasters sarcophagus, occasionally seeing one or two break down into a sobbing mess. Susan felt it best to linger in the back, she didn't want to go near the sarcophagus - not out of fear, but rather out of respect for those who might have been closer to him.
Standing amidst the other students, the red head was lost in the crowd of sobs, moans, and whimpers. All she could do was give a consoling pat on the back once in a while, a warm welcoming and gentle hug, or a reassuring word or two. Dressed in black, the only color present on the girl was the yellow and black scarf wrapped around her neck, and her bright auburn curls.