Butting Ideals || Alastor & Minerva
Location: Dumbledore’s Memorial Date: October 8th 1979 Availability: Closed for @generauror
The song of the phoenix filled the air her soul in equal measure, the emotion of it lasted now, even when the air was silent but for the quiet murmurs of several mourners. Having kept her vigil at the head of the memorial she now stepped back and watched others as they had their turn, most she recognised, knew as both students, colleagues, friends and some she didn’t, but each person seemed to hold some sadness in their gaze; Albus would be missed by so many.
The sight alone was enough to steel her resolve to ensure his death wasn’t meaningless. Albus gave his life to stop the madness of another and she would fight till her dying breath to ensure such people never rose to power. Their society would not fall to such elitist barbarism.
With that thought central in her mind she noticed another approaching her and turned to see Alastor close by. She wiped at her red-rimmed eyes and sniffed quietly, “Alastor.” she greeted with a small nod of her head, “It’s good to see you here. Albus would be pleased he got you to a social gathering.” The smallest hint of dryness in her tone.
