No Tears
She is still magnificent, sobbing like a Madonna, raven's wing of hair flipping wildly to encircle her.
(Her tears change nothing, though. Dead is dead.)
Daphne dredges up the required apologies, but it's recognized for what it truly is.
(Masked indifference is what it truly is; Daphne has a widely acknowledged lack of sympathy)
As they lower the dried blood of the mahogany coffin into the ground, Daphne wonders if it's because Cho's tears have the right to fall, while hers prick, venom-coated, at the back of her eyes.
(He was just "that handsome Hufflepuff". When had she begun to care?)
