Austerity
Prompt: involve Hogwarts, Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley in some way
She didn't hold back the grief this time. She welcomed the sobs that wracked though her body, almost grateful for her cloudy vision—she wouldn't subject herself to their judgemental eyes.
She trudged down the gravel lane at the completion of the ceremony. She had only one destination in mind.
The Hog's Head.
"Two shots of your strongest sprit, please," said Rolanda, slumping down onto the bar, only controlling her sobs long enough to spit out the sentence.
Aberforth complied, placing a box of tissues in front of her as well. She was grateful.
She didn't remember what happened after that, not really. It was all too unclear, but then that was her intention in the first place. She didn't care what happened to herself anymore. They had all been through so much, it was a miracle their world even continued to function. Every time she stepped out of her hovel, she expected to see no signs of life or any activity whatsoever. She felt they owed that to the dead, at least. Their worlds had ended, she why shouldn't hers? Why were they allowed to live when they deserved to die.
She didn't believe in justice. Not after all she had lived through.