Lisa & Open
After passing the sarcophagus in which the greatest wizard of their time would rest Lisa Turpin stood near the entrance of the school with her family. The Turpins had chosen to attend the funeral and though it would have been a pleasure to see them on any other given day the Ravenclaw honestly didn't want this to be a reason for them to visit. Though Lisa never particularly had a great opinion of the former headmaster and thought him to be a crazy old kook with an unnatural knowledge of things .... she never wanted him dead.
Add on the fact that there was a great deal of conversation about recent political moves....Lisa was sick of politics for the day. She hadn't formed any specific opinion about the newest public apology to 'criminals' and she didn't want to think about it. If anything Lisa secretly thought this entire thing was more of a burden than a necessary public display. Though she knew she should have felt a little more than what she did...she didn't. And in some ways she felt poorly because she wasn't one of those students shedding tears and sniffling against their parents.
In fact after they paid their respects Lisa parents and younger sister were already bidding her farewell. Her elder brother, Landon, had scampered off to approach a ministry official for an interview that could prove useful in his newest Prophet Article of choice. Once hugs and kisses were exchanged Lisa stood on the steps of the school entrance and watched them disappear in the large sea of black robes.
Arms crossed she watched the throng of witches and wizards for a moment. It wasn't until someone tapped her on the shoulder from behind did she realize she'd briefly zoned out. Turning her attention to the individual in question she offered a small unenthusiastic smile to them.