Bill looked to Charlie. Of the siblings, aside from Fred and George, they were the closest. And Bill had never been so thankful to have his brother at his side than at this very moment. He had been beaten down, lost a great mentor, and just weeks ago he lost Fleur. They had been going through a rough patch, and it turned sour. Needless to say, Bill nearly packed and went to Romania to visit Charlie, but the younger sibling beat him to the punch.

He sighed though, "I do have to be here. Pay my respects." He reminded his brother, but when he brought up the witches, Bill turned his head and looked. There they were. The mysterious ones who just magically appeared once word of Dumbledore's death made its rounds. 

He gave a small chuckle to Charlie's remarks though. "Maybe they like scars." He gave a gentle tease, but soon rubbed his face and winced a bit,, bringing his hand back. Some clear liquid had come from the most raw one, and he dabbled his handkerchief over it. He wasn't happy with that much, but he knew the services wold be beginning soon, and then he could rest some more.

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Katherine nodded to Addie's notion. They would do as Dumbledore wanted them to. Help when they were needed, but Katherine was hesitant with it. She knew how destructive their powers could be under certain emotional ranges, and anger and depression would definitely follow the events of today. Not to mention the Dark Lord wouldn't rest.

Her eyes looked to Katherine who was looking back to the werewolf bite patient. They had done all they could, Addie using her knowledge of healing and Katherine brewing whatever potions she needed, simply to avoid human contact. However, the man beside their patient, a brother she assumed, caught them looking, but Katherine studied  him a moment. Worry was an apparent emotion over him, but she couldn't blame him.

If it had been Addie, Katherine wouldn't have left her side period. But she didn't have to worry about Addie.

Soon Katherine face forward and pulled her wand out, waving it silently, and flowers appeared in her lap. Easter Lilies. They were her favorites and since she had met Dumbledore, she always received them on her birthday. So, she would place them on his tomb because of what they meant. She looked to Addie, placing her wand back. "I'll be right back." She said, taking her arrangement and placing it before the tomb.

She was relatively alone , and as she stared at the tomb, she swallowed, hard. "I hope we live up to what you hoped we would." She whispered before she turned to head back to her seat.