March 14, 1979 | Shoulder To Lean On | Hestia & James.
James wasn’t sure why he was feeling so melancholy. It’s not like his parent(s) died, they had done so years ago, he was at a funeral for someone he honestly didn’t even know besides when his father used to mention the man if he ever ran into him on his days at the Ministry. Everything just seemed so similar and it felt like it was passing in a blur thanks to the memories it brought up. He wondered if there was an antonym for nostalgia. He wrinkled his nose and shook his head to snap back into reality, glancing beside him to find Moody was nowhere in sight. The man must’ve gone off on his own. Not that James minded much, he needed a few minutes alone to breath.
It was odd. They were outside but he felt crowded. He let out a slow breath and glanced around, trying to focus on the task at hand. He was supposed to be looking for suspicious people who didn’t seem to be grieving. Which, to be honest, seemed like everybody besides a select few. He wondered how many people actually knew the man and wasn’t here on business – much he like he was, which made him feel a bit guilty. At his own parent’s funeral he knew one out of very fifteen guests. Which when it came to there being almost two hundred guests, was only about thirteen people. He wondered if how he felt was how Mr. Jones’ daughter felt. He didn’t know the girl personally, but he could easily recognize her when he spotted her in the crowd as he turned on his heel.
He crossed the crowd before he was even thinking what h was doing, taking a sip of his drink as he came up to the girl, offering her a sad smile. “I’m sorry for your loss,” he told her softly. “Your father was a… great man, for the Ministry and all,” he complimented, “I know how you feel. If you need anyone to talk to,” he suggested, “I know we don’t know each other well, but I’m here.”