"So, Sirius did you kiss her?" James interrogated Sirius in the great hall at breakfast the next morning, "Did she kiss you?"
"McGonagall carted her away before we left the common room. Have you seen her this morning?" He looked from Remus, Peter, and James, waiting for an answer.
"You got caught?" Remus looked up from his potions books with an eyebrow raised in disapproval, "Didn't I tell you that it was a bad idea?"
"You told me at least twenty times that it was a bad idea." Sirius growled, "And McGonagall said that she wasn't in trouble because she was out of bed."
"Did she look angry?" Remus put a bookmark on his page.
"She looked tired," Sirius looked dreamy, "and Lydia looked gorgeous."
"Tired of you screwing around outside in the middle of the night." Remus shook his head.
"Oy, I didn't plan on screwing Lydia!" Sirius said in a loud voice.
"Be quiet!" Peter squeaked.
"Don't tell me what to do, Peter." Sirius hissed back, "What are you sniggering about?"
"Nothing, nothing." James said between fits of laughter.
"Stop laughing before I-"
"Before you what, Black?" Severus sneered behind Sirius.
"Get bent, Snivellus." Sirius drew his wand from his robes.
"Sirius, the teachers, they'll see you." Peter warned.
"I hope they do." Sirius stood from the table, "Go on, Snivellus, do something."
"You first." Severus pulled out his wand and nodded his head at Sirius.
"Are you three?" Sirius snapped, "Either do something or get the fuck out of my face."
"You heard him, Severus." Kendra had walked up to the two, "Get out of his face." She pushed him away.
"Have you heard from Lydia?" Sirius asked in a hushed tone.
"She sent me an owl this morning." Kendra patted her blue bag that was slung over her shoulder.
"What happened? Where is she?" Sirius questioned.
"The sucky thing about Lydia is that her owls only include things to do and things not to do, without explanation." Kendra gave a displeased sigh, "She says that you should start with the second section in herbology; from Katrinitata to Nikacima."
"Good morning, Ickle Lydia." Rosaline set a box on the dresser where Lydia was straightening her hair.
"From grandfather?" Lydia pulled out the silver chain necklace with an owl encrusted with blue topaz, "It's beautiful."
"'e wanted you to 'ave it." Rosaline gave an approving look at Lydia's black knee length military style dress with buckles on the shoulders and down the front. She walked out of the room humming to herself.
Lydia glared at the look of her hair in the mirror. She'd be out of place at a funeral, hell she was out of place anywhere with white and blue hair. The blue that composed her eyes just made her seem more like a child. With much focus she made the blue and white of her hair turn dark black and her eyes turned an almost black gray. Black seemed to be the only fitting color for the occasion. It was tradition in the muggle world to wear black to funerals. Lydia had yet to attend the funeral of a wizard or witch to know what color it was custom to wear. Since her mother was a squib raised by Muggles she assumed that a muggle funeral would take place. She clasped the owl necklace on her neck and descended the marble stairs .
"You look marvelous." Lydia's grandfather straightened his gray tie on his black suit.
"You'd say that no matter what I looked like." She laughed at him.
"I suppose that's true." He grabbed a cane from against the wall and open the door for Lydia.
Lydia sat on a chair next to the closed casket with her face held in a resolute stone emotion. People would pull her in to a hug every so often others would just say that they were sorry for her loss. "If there is anything I can do for you" was a popular one, of course there was nothing that they could do; unless they held some hidden necromancy power that could bring back the dead.
Many people said that Lydia's mother seemed so happy before she died, but Lydia had to bite her tongue to keep from asking them if they were just saying that to make her feel better or themselves. Lydia's mother hadn't been happy since Lydia's older brother, Karig, and older sister, Amy, died. The blow hollowed her for all of Lydia's childhood. Lydia's mother would scream and hit Lydia whenever she did the slightest thing wrong. Of course, Lydia's grandfather stepped in when he found Lydia hidden in his living room with a black eye. She had just started her second year at Hogwarts when she moved in with her grandfather.
Soon almost all of the funeral goers were gone, with their last respects paid. The only people left were Lydia, her grandfather, and a few people who had yet to visit the casket.
"I must say, Lydia, I love what you've done with your hair." A voice broke Lydia out of her reverie, "It is very fitting for a day like today."
"Headmaster?" Lydia looked up at him with surprise, "You knew my mother."
"I never got the chance to know your mother, but I knew your grandmother quite well. She was an extraordinary witch, something you are on the course of becoming." Dumbledore smiled.
"Th-thank you, Sir." Lydia stood up from her seat.
"I'm so sorry for your loss and I hope to see you before the end of term." Dumbledore bowed and turned to the casket to say goodbye.
"You could stay here, till the weekend." Lydia's grandfather whispered in her ear, "Go back to Hogwarts on Monday."
"I think that my time would be better spent at Hogwarts." Lydia let her head lean forward to hide her eyes as she took her turn at the casket.
"Goodbye, mother." Lydia whispered and placed a single rose on her mother's folded hands.