Funerals
I take in my surroundings, hating what I'm seeing. Everything is simply too depressing. The entire school is here for Iris' funeral. Clenching my fists I look over to where the Ravenclaws are and see Myrtle sitting there, acting like she's somehow the victim in all of this. No matter, she'll get what's coming to her soon enough. I can feel my face twist insanely. I must look mad, but I could care less. Suddenly, my attention is torn away from Myrtle and refocuses on Eileen. She's crying. My nails dig into my palms, wishing I could go over there and cry with her. I don't, of course. That would make me look weak, and I've already cried in front of the school like a fool. I will not allow myself to act like that again. Ever.
Pulling my eyes away from her, I look over to Avery. He has stayed by my side through the whole ordeal and for that I am thankful, though I will never tell him that. Head Master Dippet finishes his speech with a small head bow to Iris' grave. It's unorthodox for a student—or anyone for that matter—to be buried on school grounds, but when her father was informed of her death he responded that he would not handle the funeral arrangements. Bastard. I persuaded the Head Master to bury her here. This was her home after all—our home. My heart clenches once again at the thought that I'll never see her again, that I'll never be able to hold her again, hear her laugh. Nothing. My hand reaches up and grasps Slytherin's locket through my robes. Since the accident I haven't taken it off.
Swallowing back rising bile, I notice that people are beginning to return to the castle. Avery puts a comforting hand on my shoulder. I shake him off. A look in my eyes must tell him not to push it. Giving the necklace one last squeeze, I let go of it and begin my way back to the castle. All the while thinking about how much I hate funerals.
A/N: Iris' funeral. So sad. Honestly now though, REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!