"Who's that?" Harmonia asked as they slowly approached. She hadn't planned on any mortals being present.
"Some student of Zelda's. He was at the funeral this morning. I think he had a crush on her or something," Willard said as he struggled to hold back tears. He wanted to believe what his grandmother had told him about how Zelda would be alright but that was hard to accept when he had seen her still body lowered into the ground only hours before.
"I can't believe you're gone," Miles whispered. "There are so many things that I wanted to tell you. It's not fair. Why did you have to die?"
Just then Miles noticed Harmonia, who had silently crept up on him. "Who are...." he started to ask just as Harmonia pointed and a blank look suddenly appeared on his face. "What am I doing in the cemetery?"
"You were just taking a walk dear," Harmonia said with a smile. "Now don't you think it's time for you to go home?"
"Home?" Miles muttered. Something important was tickling at the back of his mind. "But there's something about Professor Spellman, something important that I ought to remember."
"Professor Spellman is at home with the flu this week, dear," Harmonia said as she took his arm and started to lead him away from the grave. "She wants you to do the next four chapters in your textbook while she's out. That's what you're trying to remember."
"You know, something about what you just did seems very familiar for some reason," Willard said as Miles finally left and Harmonia joined him at the grave.
"I'm not surprised," Harmonia muttered as she pointed at the grave but nothing happened. "Well, I see Mr. Chesler is very cheap with his murder victims. A plastic coffin? Really! With his money, couldn't he spring for wood?"
"What's wrong with plastic?" Willard asked. He hadn't been pleased with the coffin Zelda had been placed in himself but from how his grandmother was talking, it seemed something else was wrong with the coffin besides poor taste.
"Certain plastics block magic, dear, so I can't just zap her up," Harmonia explained as she pointed at a pair of shovels laying nearby. They jumped to attention and a moment later the dirt was flying as the started to open the grave. "We might as well sit down. This might take awhile."