Flashes from life
Mudblood
Elladora Black
Elladora sits down and does not remove her eyes from the white chest. She knows that people around her are watching her with puzzled expressions, questions whizzing in their brains, everyone wants to ask why Elladora Black - Black - is here today, attending to Isla Hitchens' funeral.
No one has the courage to ask it from Elladora.
To tell the truth, she could not give any answer, because she has no idea why she is there. She knows it has something to do with the moment when she held Isla for the first time (she was three years and five months and Isla only two days old) and decided that she would not lose another sibling like she had lost Sirius.
It has something to do with all those years she spent watching Isla to grow up, to become beautiful, elegant, lovely young woman. It has something to do with the row they had when she heard a distant rumour of Isla and that mudblood, and it has everything to do with the day Isla left, tears in her eyes but head held high (like a real Black).
Elladora doesn't even glance at the broken mudblood man who sits in the first row, holding a crying teenaged girl in his arms. He doesn't exist to Elladora any more than those three children (two of them are girls, the younger one has Isla's fine features) or anyone else in that building. She sees nothing else than the white chest that hides her sister, another sibling she lost.
She sits there with tiny regrets, but still does not forgive.