Snape's funeral
Isabella, with the bitter wind whipping her face, stared at the casket in which the body of Professor Snape lay in, his face pale, unmoving white. She stared up at the bleak, gray clouds in the thunderous sky wondering if the Earth was mourning for him too, as no one else had. Was she the only one in this desolate world who understood the greatest sacrifice man could give, that he had given, his life?
She looked at the priest, tears running down her cheeks, not caring who saw. She motioned for him to begin...
"We are gathered today to mourn the lost of a wonderful professor - Mr. Weasley, do you need a cough drop?" Isabella glares at him as the priest continues. "Severus Snape may have been the oddest of teachers but was definitely the most respected - Weasley!" "Sorry." "Does anyone have any words to say?"
"I see not, right?" as the priest shot a pointed stare in Mr.Weasley's direction." Let us continue."" We are all here today because we respected and loved this professor, maybe for his queerness, or the honor and integrity, whatever it is we all mourn.two lone people standing there over Snape's dead body
"So let us have a moment of silence. Isabella wipes tears of her face while Weasley tries hard not to laugh. And then...he fails. His laughter echo through the air but was sudden cut off with a shriek of pain. "Hey what did you hex me for?" Isabella throws ten more hexes. Priest leaves "We need a medical ward people. One is injured and the other ones mad!"
Isabella, even after her eleven hexes, was still, fuming, and if looks could kill, Weasley would be dead as a doornail. Isabella, unshaken, decided, if no one else who was willing to mourn for Snape, she still would. With one black-belt level kick, Isabella tossed the groaning Weasley aside to and conjured up a bouquet of lilies (for his love for the one by that name), and lied them across Snape's chest, and read the sermon herself.
"We are or rather I am here today to show my love for Severus Snape a-" "You are disgusting." Weasley is still alive. "I would just wretch thinking that he who is the basic devil would have one person actually care about him." Isabella glared at him. "You have NO soul, mortal!" Weasley blinks. "Go get a life. If you like them ugly, Dumbledore's available." "Eww, I may vomit." "Hey you got that as one of his quotes!" "So what if I did?" "Go get a life." "Go get a soul and while you are at it pick up a good brain!" Isabella gets ready to hex him.
With a brilliant flash of light, Weasley was thrown back as Isabella yelled, "Go back to where u came from!"Weasley lay there, unconscious, while Isabella went back to her work. She conjured up a grove of foliage. Weeping willows, singing lilies, daffodils, and tropical, exotic flowers, adorned Snape's now enchanting grave, which over a single, intricately carved stone, had sprung up.
The stone read, "Severus Snape lies here, a Slytherian and man of courage and good looks" Sighing she turned away from the scene, leaving Weasley there as well. Staring at the sky, she whispered, "Good bye Severus."
