|
|
First Year Supply List
Author: Carys
Date: 08-20-18 18:21
Carys consulted the school supply list Tristan had been owled at the start of summer. They had already been to the robe shop to get the requisite three sets of plain work robes in black, one plain pointed hat for day wear, one pair of protective gloves, and one winter cloak. They'd also picked up all of Tristan's required textbooks.
"Can we get my broomstick next?" Tristan asked.
Carys grinned. "Nice try, T. It says very clearly that PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS. See, it's even in capital letters for emphasis."
Tristan frowned. "But how am I supposed to be on the Quidditch team without my own broom?"
"There are school brooms," Carys said, "and anyway, what makes you think you'll get permission from your parents to try out for the Quidditch team? Your studies come first, you know. You've got to prove to us that you can handle your classes and homework before we consider letting you participate in extracurricular activities."
"That doesn't sound fair to me at all," Tristan complained. "Aren't tryouts at the very start of the school year? How will you know if I can juggle anything when there's been nothing to juggle yet?"
Carys laughed. "You're too smart for your own good. I wonder if you'll end up in Ravenclaw."
"You and Dad were in Gryffindor, though, so I'm sure I'll be one too."
"Not necessarily," Carys said. "I know lots of people who wound up in other houses than their family members, but then I also know lots of people whose entire families are legacies of the same house. It really could go any which way. Let's get your wand."
"My wand?! Yes!" Tristan was suddenly excited. He led the way to the wand shop, with his mother pushing Meg in her pram right behind him.
Carys watched her son with a bit of a sad smile on her face. How could it be that he was all set to attend Hogwarts in a couple weeks? She was also reminded about how so many of her own family members would miss the milestone. Her brother, her mother, her grandparents…
It was also a bit of a shock to be in Diagon Alley so soon after a Death Eater attack. Carys had been there the last time around, which had been far more destructive and life-changing. She'd lost her mother in the attack, but that was the day she'd also first met Griffin. Her boy probably would have never been born, had it not been for that fateful day.
"Muuuuuum," Tristan said. "Why are you just standing there? Come on!"
Carys realized she'd gotten stopped in the door, lost in her own thoughts. She pushed the pram over the threshold into the dimly lit store and watched Tristan try his way through many wands before one finally chose him for an owner.
Mortimus and Alectrona
Author: Harry Potter
Date: 08-21-18 14:51
Mortimus places his napkin onto his plate. "If you're ready, Alectrona."
"Ollivander's next?" she hopefully asks.
"Let me check the list." Mortimus extracts the Hogwarts school supply list from the inside pocket of his Victorian style suit coat, one a gentleman would have worn on his afternoon rounds.
Alectrona shakes her head and sighs. She's told him twice now that all there is left is her wand and to finally give her an answer to the question of whether she'll be allowed to get a cat or an owl. Or both, fingers crossed.
After a thorough twice read through of the list Mortimus nods once. "Yes, Ollivander's is excellent as our next destination.
Alectrona suppresses another sigh. Nothing against Father but she prefers shopping with Mother. Hecubia was going to accompany them today but not only were the twins Acantha and Armani feeling ill this morning, around the time they were all to leave for Diagon Alley both were running fevers. After a brief conversation with Mortimus she left with the twins to see the healer while he turned to Argyll and Alectrona. "Rather than put off the shopping, we'll go on and go."
Argyll, a musical prodigy, attends a school in Luxembourg that specializes in music education. He does receive lessons in the expected courses such as Charms and Potions but he also takes a number of courses ranging from theory to composition to learning the intricacies of various instruments.
They started out the morning making purchases from both Alectrona's list and Argyll's. Shortly before lunch Argyll went off with some friends leaving a few items left on his list but promising he'd get them before Flooing home. Mortimus and Alectrona got lunch with Mortimus popping home long enough to see if Hecubia, Acantha, and Armani had returned. He found the twins sleeping and Hecubia enjoying a cup of tea in the silence.
Back in Diagon Alley he collected Alectrona to continue shopping. With only Ollivander's left to visit Mortimus decreed that it was time for a snack break. Now that the snacks have been eaten and the break is over, father and daughter make their way to the renowned wand shop.
The fifth wand Alectrona tries is the one that picks her. She swishes it back and forth, up and down, bright, multicolored sparkles trailing through the shoppe. "I like this one."
Mr. Ollivander knowingly smiles. "And that one likes you. Ebony, dragon heartstring core, 13". An excellent wand."
Mortimus beams. "I too have an ebony wand, my dear."
"Yes," Mr. Ollivander concurs. "Unicorn hair core, 13 7/8"."
"You have an excellent memory," Mortimus commends.
Mr. Ollivander accepts the compliment with a broad smile and a nod, accepting Mortimus's galleons for the wand and handing over a box Alectrona thinks is lovely though as it's rather on the plain side she couldn't put into words why she thinks it's lovely if she'd been asked to do so.
Once outside Ollivander's she turns eager eyes to Mortimus. "A kitten now? Or full grown cat? I'm not particular you know."
"An owl now. We shall look at felines here and then also visit MacFusty's in Hogsmeade before you select a feline. That way you can be sure you get the absolute right one."
Hardly able to contain her delight at getting both an owl and the promise a cat, Alectrona skips alongside Mortimus the entire way to Eeylops Owl Emporium.
Surprise!
Author: Finley
Date: 08-22-18 18:34
Finley could hardly suppress her excitement. She and Leroy had just ridden the bus from Winchcombe to Moreton-in-Marsh. Had she known of the existence of the Knight Bus, then she might have summoned it to show Leroy how fantastical his life was meant to be. Still amazed by many wizarding things herself, Finley would have been quite entranced by the Knight Bus. Also, it would have been much quicker than Muggle transit.
After two hours, the two were keen to stretch their legs, even Leroy, who was usually rather sedentary. Finley showed him the different sights in town that were on the way to the house, including the fairytale cottage where Eirene lived. She would have taken him there to see Eirene, whom he had met a few times, but she didn't want to spoil the surprise about magic just yet.
They came upon the Pride house next. Leroy seemed impressed with the cottage, even though it wasn't nearly as nice as the one Eirene lived in. Still, it had its charm, and it was Finley's home, at least for now.
She led him up the walk and paused at the door. "I think you'll really like it," she said. "It's just so… magical."
Leroy chuckled. "I suppose if I had a home of my own after so many years without, I'd stay excited about it for every day after, just like you."
Finley pushed open the door. They entered a small foyer, where there was a narrow credenza with some owl post on it. Leroy noted the parchment and wax seal with quiet interest. Then he noticed the clock on the wall. It wasn't an ordinary clock. Instead of numbers and two hands, it had words all around and the three hands had photographs of Mr. and Mrs. Pride and Finley. Finley's hand had just stopped at HOME. Mrs. Pride's hand said GARDEN and Mr. Pride's said WORK.
Leroy's brow was furrowed. His feet carried him behind Finley, who had walked into the living room. There was a bookcase stocked with leather-bound books with unusual titles like Quidditch Through the Ages and A History of Magic. There were also a few photographs in frames on the shelves and on the walls of the room. The people in the pictures were all moving. It was like those video picture frames, except the images didn't look digital to Leroy.
On the coffee table was a copy of a newspaper called The Daily Prophet. The black and white photographs on the front page were also moving. Leroy rubbed his eyes. Now he knew he was hallucinating.
Finley started to lead him into the kitchen to offer him a butterbeer to drink, when the back door opened and Mrs. Pride entered. She was wearing a smock and had dragon-hide gloves on her hands, which she was in the process of pulling off when she spotted first Finley and then Leroy.
She stopped in her tracks. "Finley, you can't bring him here!" she exclaimed.
Leroy took a step back and looked uncomfortable, while Finley held up her hands and said, "I wanted him to come because I figured out the truth about us."
"What are you talking about?" Mrs. Pride asked as she tossed the gloves on a side table.
"You and Dad were prophecied to have a squib for a child," Finley said, "and I'm not a squib, but I think Leroy is."
Leroy didn't know what to start with, the fact that Finley mentioned a prophecy as if she believed such things existed, or that she called him a squib, whatever that was. It sounded like a derogatory comment about his weight or doughy physique.
"Finley, Leroy is not a squib," Mrs. Pride stated. "He's a Muggle, and Muggles aren't to know about magic. It's against the law."
Finley shook her head. "No, Eirene said that there's no way I can be your child because prophecies always come true. I'm a witch, not a squib. Therefore, I can't be your biological child."
"Wait a minute," Leroy finally managed. "What's a squib? And a Muggle? And what are you even talking about, Finley? Witches? Magic? Prophecies? Have you lost your mind?"
She turned to him. "No, Leroy. It's all true. Look around you." She pointed at the moving pictures on the wall. Then, she gestured into the kitchen, where a stirrer was moving on its own on a pot simmering on the stove. "Magic is real. I'm a witch, and you're a squib, which means you were born into a wizarding family but don't have any magical ability."
"Finley, stop this nonsense at once."
She turned back to her mother and saw that her wand was out. Leroy saw it too and took another step back. "What the…?" he started, and Finley realized that he'd seen enough proof that magic existed, though he didn't want to believe his eyes.
"No, don't!" Finley said, holding out her arms as if she could protect Leroy from her mother. He was too big a target. "Even if you don't believe me, he's my best friend. Shouldn't that be reason enough not to erase his memories."
Leroy backed up so much he ran into Mr. Pride, who had arrived home from work.
"No one's memories are getting modified," Mr. Pride said. "Put your wand away, Dear. Finley, take Leroy in the garden. I need to talk to your mother for a moment."
Finley looked at Leroy, who didn't want to go anywhere but back to the orphanage at that moment. She only got him to follow her when he noticed tears begin to track down her cheeks. They went outside and saw down on two patio chairs. The big reveal Finley had planned was turning out to be nothing more than a big disaster.
No Pain
Author: Harry Potter
Date: 08-23-18 18:42
Harry finishes the sentence he's writing, flourishing his quill at the end as he punctuates the sentence with a period. The completed report goes into a file for a once cold case that is now officially solved and closed. Closed, that is, unless witch is found innocent during her trial and the case is then considered unsolved, which means it could then be once again labeled cold or go to an open, active status for someone else to pursue. Harry doesn't think the case will go to be considered unsolved as the witch not only confessed but showed him and a Hit Wizard where to find the body. As optimistic as he is there is always a chance, however slight, that the witch will be feed. The best that that could happen is if she admits guilt before the Wizengamot and waves a trial.
The sound of a throat clearing has him looking up. "Damien, come in. How are you?"
Damien Freeman holds out a large, manila type envelope. "This landed on my desk for some reason."
Seeing the return address Harry says, "Thank you. I've been waiting on this. Background on someone of interest in one of my cases."
"Hope it helps. Can't think how it ended up with me. How do you like handling the cold cases?"
"Better than the complaints desk," Harry chuckles then more seriously replies, "It's challenging. I like it for the most part. I do miss working active cases. I often don't feel like I'm a real Auror anymore."
"Why is that? You're doing the work of an Auror, chasing down those who've used the Dark Arts and committed crimes such as murder in the process."
"I don't know. I just feel out of the loop, an outsider. I had thought with Adriana Fairchild's death I'd be allowed back to my old position."
"I can't imagine what's it been like for you but you have to know that you're doing a good - great - job with these cases. Didn't you just arrest someone on a forty year old missing persons case? Turned out to have been a fairly gruesome murder from what I hear."
Harry taps the file he's just put the report into. "Just finished writing the report."
"See. Good work." Damien moves as if he's turning to go only to stop and look straight at Harry. "Some of us have wondered if your scar ," he looks embarrassed. "Never mind."
"After all these years it's no secret that my scar would sometimes hurt because of Voldemort. With his supposed return it's no surprise people would wonder. The surprise is that no one's said something sooner."
"Still rude of me. I'm sorry."
"Don't be. No, I've not had any pain. I sometimes have nightmares and in some of them the scar hurts but that's different. He and I were connected. That connection, as far as I know, was broken when he died." When we both died goes unsaid. "That's not to say if he is back I won't experience pain from my scar, only that as yet, IF he is somehow back, that hasn't happened yet."
Still looking embarrassed Damien nods. "I'll make sure word gets around. Maybe save you from others finally getting up the nerve to ask you."
Damien leaves and as Harry picks up the hopefully now closed case file to send to his immediate boss's desk, Harry touches the lightening bolt shaped scar on his forehead and wonders for probably the billionth time since the Diagon Alley attack of Voldemort has somehow returned from the dead or if, as many suspect, it's a Death Eater posing as him.
Ice-Cream
Author: Sophie McCourt
Date: 08-25-18 10:12
The McCourt siblings were all together at Florean's after an intense day of shopping. They had come to Diagon Alley with their grandfather Frank as usual to buy school supplies. He had gone to buy some tobacco, while his grandchildren had some ice-cream.
Sophie was happy and sad at the same time. Finally all her siblings would be together at Hogwarts, but only for a year. This would be her seventh and last year at the school and she was already feeling nostalgic. She had stood side by side with Elmer as Madam Malkin and an assistant took their measures for the school robes. It had been the last time she would do so, but it had been wonderful to see Elmer's delighted face as he watched himself in the mirror wearing the so much coveted Hogwarts robes. Sophie thought he actually looked older in them, and she realized how grown he was.
"Are you really not going to try out for seeker this year?" Eileen asked, with disappointment in her voice.
"Yes. I think I have played enough and it is time to give the opportunity to someone else," Sophie declared.
She had spent part of the summer with Jasper. She had several meals with his family, and made some picnics in the beach with him. He had also made her a tour to the Poles' property where she met the threstals caretaker Wren McCallister and his family. It had been odd to Sophie to assimilate this sort vassal relationship between the McCallisters and the Poles, but Jasper explained that such dynamics lasted for centuries. Both families would loose their identities if they fell apart. Jasper had also pressured Sophie again regarding the Quidditch question. She tried to explain him that the sport was often harmless and that match he had watched between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff had been very atypical. But he did not change his mind and asked Sophie not to try out. He said he loved her and he was aware this might be a sacrifice for her but he just did not want her to get hurt. She ended up giving up for his sake, glad that by agreeing with him she had made him quite satisfied.
"I want to play Quidditch," Elmer declared.
"You know you can't, because of your health." Eileen reminded him.
"If you can, so can I."
"Quidditch is not as fun as it seems, Elmer," Patricia said. She had been the only element of the sisters who had never played. "There are so many other things you can do. There's the Book Group held by Mrs. Blackheart. Well, Miss Bramble now. She picks really interesting reads."
"There is also the Dueling Club," Belinda suggested. "I heard one student lost a finger during one club meeting, while another brunt all his hair. It can be more violent then Quidditch at times."
The idea seemed to spark interest in Elmer but all the sisters gave Belinda a censorship look. Elmer was not supposed to engage in very physical or exciting activities due to his fragile health. Dueling was not a good option. Belinda shrugged her shoulders. She was just trying to help.
She turned her attention back to a notebook she had just bought. She was proudly wearing the T-shirt Malden had offered her and the other Delta Echo club members at St. Emrys. In fact, she almost used it the entire summer. The idea of pretending to be in a band was genius, but sadly Belinda was not a very musical person. Instead she decided to portrait the role of song writer. She was looking forward to show the others the material she had been working on during the summer.
Trying to work on songs had inspired her to go further. She started writing deep verses about her desire to meet the Dark Lord and the pride she would feel to receive the dark mark. She wrote about her hatred feelings towards Muggleborns, especially the boy Magnus McCourt, who tainted her family's name, using it with pride. Belinda knew she was only fourteen and she was a long way to properly serve the Dark Lord. If indeed he was alive, he would not even know who she was. Yet, the Delta Echo club made her feel special and part of a group. She knew she was the less pretty and less friendly of her sisters. People keep comparing the four girls all the time and she knew she was the least favorite of everyone. She felt important for fighting for a real cause and for turning the world into a better place. She had bought the notebook because it was spell bounded, only allowing her to read its contents. She did not wish people to discover her feelings and opinions just yet. Malden had urged them to be discreet.
"What house will I be in?" Elmer asked.
He was frustrated because none of his sisters would tell him how exactly students ended up in a certain house. All he knew for sure was that it wasn't a very dangerous process or his father would never have allowed him to attend Hogwarts.
"Hufflepuff I hope," Sophie said.
"Not Ravenclaw," Belinda said. "Then I will be surrounded by so many bright and nerdy siblings. You will do well in Slytherin, Elmer."
"Don't listen to Belinda. Ravenclaw is much more than that."
"Yes. And we have the title of Champions!" Eileen said, supporting Patricia.
"I might end up in Gryffindor..."
They all laughed. Elmer smiled but truth to be told he was not very happy. He would only feel he was part of the school once he joined a house. His fear was that he would not be chosen to any and he would have to go back home.
The five siblings finished their ice-creams and started to leave the parlor. Patricia stayed behind on purpose, pretending she was adjusting her robes. She then went to the counter.
"Would you like anything else?" Titus Nott asked.
"This is yours," she said giving him a handkerchief. It had the Nott family crest on it. It had been washed, ironed and perfectly folded. There was no trace of the tears it had dried during the St. Emrys fest.
"Thank you. I almost forgot about it."
"I will see you at school," she said.
"Yes. See you at school."
Patricia walked away, feeling her legs trembling a bit. When she glance behind Titus was looking right at her, through his glasses.
Hylands and Finches Shopping Again
Author: Saffron
Date: 08-25-18 20:03
Last year while school shopping the Hylands and the Finches ran into each other by accident. This year they planned the outing. Katheryn and Hope have left Hogwarts but will be starting St. Emrys in October so they both chose to come along thinking to score a few bargains with the back to school sales aimed at new and returning Hogwarts students.
Returning to Hogwarts are Bran, Ingrid, and Estella. New to Hogwarts is Douglas, the youngest of the Hylands. Theo Finch attends a special school but he too has a supply list plus needs some new clothes thanks to a recent growth spurt. He's also the only one of the bunch truly excited about the start of a new school term. The others don't dislike school but none are quite ready to return to the grind of classes, books, classwork, homework, and studying. Hope and Kathryn, while eager to begin a new phase in their lives, are also wishing that new phase did not include classes, books, classwork, homework, and studying.
Leaving Madam Malkin's Dagmar asks Bryn, "Flourish & Blotts next?"
"It's just right there so might as well. I don't know who Muggles manage when having to carry a load of heavy school books along with other supplies."
"I know what you mean. I have heard that some Muggle schools provide the textbooks though I want to say the person was talking about schools in the United States. Not all schools but many according to, why can't I think of who it was? Anyway, not all schools there do but it's not uncommon. Workbooks that will be written in have to be bought but otherwise the school provides it."
"Their universities too?"
Dagmar shakes her head. "No, I think most, maybe all, require students to provide their own. Would be nice, though. Hope was looking at the St. Emrys bookshoppe getting an idea of what she'll need and those texts all seem fairly pricey. There's the buy back at end of term but what they offer to take a text back is so low compared to what the students pay for them."
"Katheryn was telling me the same thing," Bryn nods in agreement.
Inside Flourish and Blotts they send Ingrid, Estella, and Bran to get their books. While Katheryn and Hope help Theo with the few books on his list and help him pick out a few of the storybooks he likes, Bryn and Dagmar sit down for a bit, glad to be off their feet.
The booksellers is busy enough that though everyone in the group tries to be quick, they are still in Flourish & Blotts far longer than the sisters-in-law would have liked. When they finally leave they make for Ollivander's, their last stop before getting a late lunch.
Not everyone goes in because only Douglas needs a wand. The others take up positions on nearby benches or lean against walls, Dagmar telling them, "We shouldn't be long."
Wanting to see the pretty sparks his cousin will make finding the just right wand, Theo trails Dagmar and Douglas into Ollivander's. Douglas is discouraged when after five wands he still hasn't found the wand suited to him but Theo is delighted that Douglas keeps making boxes fly from the shelves and making sparks that to Theo are just as pretty as the ones when a witch or wizard finds "the one."
Douglas has success with the seventh wand, emitting a beautiful color show that has Theo giggling and clapping with delight. The wand is dogwood, 12 1/2", with a unicorn hair core, and with a little swishy flexibility to it. He's still playing with it when Dagmar tells him, "Put it away for now," then turns to pay Mr. Ollivander. She turns to usher the two boys from the shoppe only to have Mr. Ollivander say, "But isn't Theo eleven now as well?"
Dagmar smiles, "Yes, but as you know " but Theo drowns her out by happily crowing, "I AM ELEVEN!"
Mr. Ollivander reaches under the counter, producing a box that has Theo's name engraved on the side. "You are Theodore Lucas Finch, are you not?"
"Yes!"
"Mr. Ollivander, I don't think this is a good idea."
Ignoring Dagmar for a moment longer Mr. Ollivander holds the box out to Theo, "Then I believe this is yours."
Theo opens the box to find a wand nestled inside. "One of a kind, just for you, Mr. Finch. Silver birch. 11 3/8". Peacock feather core. Very swishy."
"For me?" Theo asks in wonder and awe while his aunt's brow crinkles and she comments, "Silver birch? I did't know you used that wood, Mr. Ollivander. And peacock feather?"
"As I said, this is a one of a kind. Unique. Go on and try it, Theo."
Theo takes the wand and brandishes it about, a stream of sparkly peacock blues and greens shooting out. When Mr. Ollivander says, "Tell the wand Light On," Theo complies, thrilled when the end of the wand emits a strong light. "To make the light go out tell your wand Light Off."
Theo tries this and other suggestions Mr. Ollivander makes, Dagmar's uncertainty and confusion turning to understanding. "It truly is unique, isn't it?"
"Yes, just for Theo." He hands Dagmar a list. "This is what the wand will do and how to do each. It's not a long list but I hope Theo is delighted nonetheless."
"Douglas, go ask Aunt Bryn to come in."
Not even half a later Bryn enters, Douglas right behind, asking, "What's this about a wand for Theo?"
"Look, Mummy, just for me!"
"It's special, Bryn. See, here is a list of what Theo can have the wand do."
"Mr. Ollivander, you made this just for Theo?"
"Yes. You know I so enjoy the mornings when you bring Theo to the park. He often reads to me and other times he gives delightful commentary on the world around us. If he hadn't come in today I would have brought his wand to the park and gifted it to him there."
Bryn, teary eyed now, sniffles. "Thank you. Thank you so much."
Theo enchanted with a wand, nor only says, "THANK YOU, MR. O.!" but also gives the older man a massive hug.
Back outside the others all crowd around to admire Theo's wand before the group walk to Delia's Delia to finally eat, Theo wondering along the way if Mummy is coming down with a cold. She keeps sniffling and wiping her nose.
Location Unknown: Ash and Death
Author: Rowan Westwick
Date: 08-26-18 12:35
Ash sat on the sofa in the place he'd called home for nearly two months now. He couldn't believe so much time had passed already, but he'd been unconscious in the beginning and then without following a normal routine such as going to work, it became difficult to track the passage of time. If not for the Daily Prophet, which was not owled to the house but brought in every day by law enforcement personnel, Ash would think it was still sometime in July.
In actuality, it was August 31st, and it was also the day of Ash's funeral.
Connor explained to Ash that until every last Death Eater was caught and put behind bars, he would never be safe. Too much was at stake to allow him to live, whether Ash turned out to be a snitch on his own or the information was forced from him by law enforcement. Ash wasn't so much worried about his own well-being, but he did worry about his father and siblings, who might also be targeted if it was known he still lived. For this reason, Ash reluctantly agreed to fake his death.
At the present, besides select members of law enforcement and the Minister of Magic himself, the only people who knew Ash was in hiding were his father, Rowan, Willow and Beatrix. Willow hated lying to Justin but agreed because she knew it was necessary. She was told that if she and Justin were still together one year from now, then he could learn the sensitive information. With any luck, Ash would be out of hiding by then, but everyone knew that was probably just wishful thinking.
A few days ago, an obituary appeared in the newspaper. It vaguely stated that Ash had been comatose due to unknown complications and that he died while in hospice care at a facility on the Isle of Harris and Lewis in Scotland. His funeral was to take place on the grounds of his family home, Westwick Grove, where the empty casket would also be buried.
To keep up the ruse for close friends like Willow's boyfriend who'd been in daily contact with the family without knowing the truth about Ash, the story was that Ash had remained unidentified in the remote, Scottish facility until the time of his death. Poor bureaucracy at the facility might explain why efforts to identify the comatose patient were delayed.
Ash felt rather sorry for everyone who was grieving his 'death' at the funeral taking place at home. In a way, he was grieving, too. He'd been given a second chance at life after a run-in with the Death Eaters, and now life as he knew it was over, again because of the Death Eaters. Ash could blame the Ministry, too, for putting him in the position as an undercover operative, but he didn't. He knew Connor valued him for what he'd accomplished, which honestly didn't feel like much.
He sank back into the cushions of the sofa and tried to imagine the proceedings at his funeral. His family was set to visit him tonight after it was all over, so they could tell him how it went and if it matched with what he imagined in his head.