Re: Daphne & OPEN.
Gregory was there, and none too pleased about it. His father had not come, but the growing feeling was that everyone needed to go down there, to make a big show from the Slytherin crowd. It was not to send Dumbledore off with happy feelings, but more to confirm that he was actually dead and buried.
Greg hadn't approached the body. He had stayed where he was, with some very private mixed feelings as he watched people walk by to pay their respects. He had been afraid of Dumbledore, and respected him at the same time. All of that sneaking about last year, with Draco having him stand guard, Greg was sure that Dumbledore had known but done nothing to stop them. It had been an odd, uncomfortable feeling, and Greg could only identify it as shame when he went back and thought about it. He'd had plenty of time to think about it that summer during the hours and hours of exercise and running he'd done. He knew the man knew; he couldn't figure out why the man hadn't done a thing to stop them. And then Draco had stopped, much to Greg's utter confusion. They'd never talked about it; summer had come quickly, and Greg hadn't been allowed to leave the Goyle Hall much to his utter annoyance. But he hadn't dared challenged his dad or his brothers; Greg knew how to follow orders.
People were leaving and moving along the path, back to Hogwarts and Greg realized he'd gone wool gathering and was standing alone. He moved quickly down the path, looking for someone he knew and he caught sight of a pretty green coat and moved to match stride with the girl from his House.
"Glad that is bloody well done," Greg said as he walked next to her a few steps, keeping his voice low.