[the last: seventy five]

It was a perfect day.

The skies were clear, the sun was shining and the early Summer breeze was whipping past their cheeks as they stood just outside the Nott family mausoleum.

Only it wasn't really perfect. Far from it.

"The place reeks of blood and Dark magic." Ron muttered under his breath, his eyes skeptical as he looked around the estate.

"I have to clean it...restore it... I don't—" Celine breathed deeply, her eyes depicting pain "It's my responsibility now."

"We'll help you, Cel. You know we will." Blaise squeezed his cousin's hand.

"Hush, he's sealing the body in the...whatever that is." Pansy muttered

"Have some compassion, Pansy, it's called a grave." Ron rolled his eyes.

They watched as the necrologist etched the name on the gravestone:

"Don't talk to me about compassion, Ronald. Theo's father almost got us all killed." Pansy muttered under her breath as they watched Narcissa exchange words with the necrologist "He put Theo through shit. He put as all through shit. The only good that came out of this was the fact that I finally got to tear Rookwood apart like a bloody doll."

Ron flinched, remembering just how morbid Rookwood's death was.