Daphne & OPEN.
Daphne Greengrass didn't want to go to the funeral. Why would someone want to attend something so dismal? However, her parents insisted she make an appearance for the sake of making an appearance. Daphne caught the sight of her distinguished mother somewhere in the crowd briefly, dabbing her nose and eyes to wipe away tears that weren't there. Her father held a constantly annoyed look as he tried to avoid touching anyone who looked like they might be from a lesser blood lineage. They didn't stick around for very long, spent about ten minutes lingering and talking to members of higher pureblooded society, and then left. They didn't even bother to seek out their eldest daughter, and considering Daphne had no idea if Astoria attended she couldn't find out if they sought out Astoria either.
Lingering near the edge of the lake, blue eyes were watching the mourners file past his sarcophagus. Daphne didn't plan on touching that filthy piece of marble, especially since everyone else was touching it. Shuddering at the though, Daphne tugged the black leather gloves tightly around her slender fingers. Pulling the collar of her green wool jacket around her neck, she began to follow the path back up to the school.
Daphne wasn't sure what to make of this situation. The girl, really, was impartial. She was never fond of the man, he was too bizarre and too liberal in her eyes. There was no denying that Daphne had a deep respect for him, Dumbledore was a very powerful man, but his values were not something that she believed in. His speeches were usually long winded, and had no point, and his demeanor? The way he held himself? His style and appearance? It was less then worthy of her standards. Of course, the girl kept these opinions to herself, she wasn't about to voice her distaste for a man that has recently passed away.