Severus knew that the Headmaster had been there and had left something. The way the energies around him moved had been subtly changed, altered ever so slightly. At first, he knew anger at the disruption.
Upon opening his eyes, his anger melted when he saw the offering. He slowly reached for it, his hand trembling slightly.
Red roses for love, yellow for sorrow. Her funeral had been covered in both colors, well wishers insulting her memory by their ignorance; all save one had been wrong.
It was Albus Dumbledore, favorite teacher, who had honored Lenore with a single white rose, a symbol of peace and purity. That leaving such a bloom in the olden days would have meant two funerals now was met with whispers and murmurs of discord.
And the respect of one who did not forget. Respect enough to pull one soul from the darkness before it, for lost Lenore . . .
….and perhaps for himself as well.
Perhaps.
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