#stellarpevent01

[fierylily-evans]

As the crowd slowly started to leave, Lily could feel herself growing more and more exhausted by the minute. She lost count of all the people that had come up to wish her condolences, and despite the fact that she was sure most of them were incredibly sincere, the emotional aspect took it’s toll. The looks of pity were by far the worst, and Lily had to stop herself from snapping a couple of times, knowing that now wasn’t the time nor the place to lose her composure. The ceremony itself had gone off without a hitch, and Lily had held it together, save for a few silent tears. 

At the back of her mind, she couldn’t help but worry about the mission that was taking place. Having gotten the tip from Helena, Lily could only hope that what they were doing would be enough. If they could mitigate the damage and potentially capture a few of their members, Lily would take it as a win. However, despite the fact that the Order was her priority, this had to come first. Honoring James was currently the most important she could do at this moment. Lily knew that eventually she would have to let herself grieve, and that running on auto pilot couldn’t last, but that didn’t stop her from trying for the time being. 

Standing alone at his grave, Lily put down the single tiger lily against his headstone, a couple of stray tears running down. Her voice came out just above a whisper as she spoke, “You always teased that everyone loved you, but you should have seen all the people here for you today. I hope you know how loved you are, James Potter, and I hope you know that I’ll never stop missing you. Always, my love.” 

Lily heard footsteps approaching, and she turned around to give something akin to a smile to the on comer. “Paying your respects too?” she asked, her voice thick with a coat of tears.

[theblackestandromeda]

date: 11 april 2019 location: the funeral of James Potter status: open starter

Andromeda wasn’t sure why she was here. Bellatrix and a large group of their members were in Diagon Alley, preparing for the attack, perhaps attacking even now, but Andromeda hadn’t wanted to join them. She had told Bellatrix that someone from the Black family should show face at the funeral, that it wouldn’t do for Andromeda to be suspected to be a part of the Diagon Alley attack, but Andromeda wasn’t sure if that was really the case. She had come with her mother Druella, both of them wearing tasteful black dresses and simple black cloaks over top. 

Andromeda stood next to her mother for the entirety of the ceremony, memories flashing in her brain of her father’s funeral, and she grabbed her mother’s hand and gave it a squeeze. Once the funeral was finished and the casket had been lowered into the ground, Druella had wandered over to some of the pureblood women in her circle of friends, leaving Andromeda on her own, unsure of what to do next.

With a sigh, Andromeda turned to look for someone who might feel friendly towards her, but her eyes landed on someone she hadn’t planned to talk to. “Oh!” The word left her mouth before she could think about it. 

[nrcissa-black-archived]

Narcissa had been silent and stoic as she stood besides her family. She had donned the black dress, her only black dress, that she had picked out for the day. She had mechanically gotten herself ready and had met Sirius and Regulus and hadn’t said more than a few words since she had woken up. She had gently lowered a daffodil onto James’s coffin when the time had come, and she had greeted other members of the Order, friends and family of James’s. Her heart was broken and she felt sick to her stomach. It seemed so final, the funeral. Lily had done a beautiful job with the planning, but it shouldn’t have happened. James should still be there. James should still be with them. But Peter had taken him from them, and he was never going to be forgiven for what he had done. 

Her head was spinning from all of the people. There were so many people. James had been loved by so many, he had been their champion and the people loved him. And now he was gone. She couldn’t even stand to look at the coffin and to know he was inside of it. She just couldn’t. It made her want to scream, to cry, to throw up. And people kept coming, paying their respects. 

“I’m sorry. I just...I need a minute,” she said, before she dashed out of the church as quickly as her heels would let her and she went around the ride of the building and covered her mouth as heavy sobs raked her body. Narcissa heard footsteps and she couldn’t look, couldn’t bear for anyone to see her like this. “Please. Go. I just need a moment, i’m fine.”

[alectoes]

It could be said that Alecto didn’t know James very well. It could be said that she didn’t know him at all, as a matter of fact. But when the news hit her that he was dead? Alecto felt the wind be knocked out of her all at once. Suddenly her chance to get to know him was ripped from her. It was like she had exited her body after the funeral had ended. Watching James be lowered into the ground made everything feel so--so final. Finality was something that Alecto had never dealt with. She lived life one moment to the next and never really thought about her actions. Living--that was something she did well.

“But what happens when we stop?” she muttered under her breath. Alecto had never given the afterlife a second thought. Never thought of it after her papa had passed. Death scared the soft spoken witch. But now with someone she knew. Someone her age. Dead? Alecto was staring it in its cold, dark eyes. Pulling her bright yellow jacket closer to her, she looped her loose curls around her ears and turned to walk back to the tree where she had placed her portkey. Molly had warned her that black was for mourning. That she should have worn dark colors. But Alecto had argued. It was supposed to be a celebration of life! That was this was about, wasn’t it? It was to remember James and his life and that was exactly what yellow had represented to her.

[rodlcstrange-archived]

After equal amounts of preparation and planning, the long-awaited day had finally arrived. The stage had been set and, as far as he knew, the deed had been done. With Bellatrix at the helm, Rodolphus had little reason to believe that their plans hadn’t gone forward as anticipated. Sure, there was always a slight margin for error, whether circumstantial or otherwise, but any oversight would not be at the hands of their relentless planning and meticulous strategizing. If nothing else, he had every assurance that the events that transpired would result in the desired outcome, even if there was slight deviation from what had been discussed and rehearsed. If there was one thing Rodolphus regretted, though, it was that he was unable to take a more hands-on approach in what would be referred to in the papers as an ill-timed and dreadful accident on the streets of Diagon Alley. Yet, as much as he longed to play an active part in the ambush, he could do nothing of the sort. Not anymore. Long gone were the days where he could remain directly involved in implementing calamity and catastrophe, both in the wizarding world and beyond. His role had since moved to a behind-the-scenes capacity, which is where his tactical and diplomatic expertise was most needed. Among other efforts, Rodolphus had taken proper care to ensure that the article that would soon be released in the Daily Prophet mentioned nothing of the true nature of the ambush, through a third-party acting on his behalf. If any implications were to be made, they would not make any mention to the involved parties, or others who could be potentially connected to their likeness. Rodolphus had long since retreated to the confines of a London pub, a rather antiquated hole-in-the wall located just beyond the outskirts of the city. The establishment was one often frequented by various ranks of Death Eaters, although, for obvious reasons, none were to be found upon his arrival a few hours prior. Starting his third round of whiskey, he took a prolonged sip of his favourite beverage before swirling around what contents remained in the glass. His perceptions to his surroundings had not yet been compromised, and he sensed another presence hovering nearby, initially paying them no mind. But upon the realization they hadn’t departed from him, Rodolphus turned his head in their general direction, not deigning to acknowledge them with direct eye contact. “Either your being here is merely a happy coincidence, or there is something you need to tell me. And even if I was one for happy coincidences, judging by that utterly dumbfounded look on your face, it definitely isn’t the former. Out with it.”

[mary-mxcdonxld]

date: 11 april 2019 location: funeral of James Potter status: open starter

Mary had stood next to Lily throughout the entire funeral service, pushing aside her own feelings in order to stay strong for her best friend. Lily was the one burying her fiance, her future. Now was not the moment for Mary to fall apart, even though her insides felt like they were burning. James had been a brother to Mary, a protector, friend, confidant. He had always been there for her -- when Mulciber had attacked her, it had been James who found her, James who defended her, James who helped her through it. 

And now James was in the ground. 

When the service ended, Lily had made her way towards the crowd of people waiting to give her their condolences, and Mary had given Marlene and Sirius meaningful looks, trusting them to stay close to Lily. Mary needed a moment for herself. Turning back to the newly covered gravesite, Mary leaned down, conjuring a bouquet of flowers and placing them against the fresh tombstone. “Why did you have to leave us, James?” she whispered, her voice thick with unshed tears. Placing her hand on the top of the tombstone, she let a couple of those tears slip through her closed eyelids. “I’ll take care of them, I’ll take care of her. I promise.” 

Turning around, Mary started as she realized that there was someone standing behind her. “Um, sorry, I was just....” she swallowed, wiping away the tears. “Saying goodbye.” 

[adrianselwyn]

closed to @helenarosier​

he pulled at the collar of his button down shirt, suddenly feeling as if he couldn’t breathe. the last funeral he had been at was derek’s, and that fact kept repeating itself through adrian’s mind. he shut his eyes, closing out the throng of people, and took a deep breath. that was over, that was long ago. he repeated those in his head over and over until finally he found some semblance of calmness. he was still bouncing on the balls of his feet, and his hand still tapped anxiously on his thigh, but it was better than nothing. he was here for helena. he wasn’t going to make this about himself. he couldn’t. he reached over to where she stood, his hand falling on her forearm. “ how are you doing ? ” this was going to be a long day for everyone.

[theblackestandromeda]

date: 11 april 2019 location: black manor status: closed for @belltricks

Andromeda followed her mother in through the front door of the sprawling Black mansion, undoing her cloak and leaving it on a bench in the entryway for the house elves to take care of. She gave her mother a kiss on the cheek and watched as Druella made her way up the stairs, heading for her wing of the house. With a sigh, Andromeda turned away and made for her father’s old office, which she and Bellatrix had taken over after his death. 

Making a beeline straight for the antique hutch that held a wide array of liquor, Andromeda poured herself a drink and took it with her to sink into one of the stuffed armchairs that were spread throughout the room. Her encounters with Regulus and Sirius at the funeral were fresh in her mind, and she just wanted to drown them out. They weren’t her family anymore. They shouldn’t have this power over her. 

Closing her eyes, Andromeda did her best to focus on occlumency, closing her mind from the memories she knew needed to be and stay buried. She wasn’t sure how long passed as she did this, but the sound of the door to the office creaking open brought her out of her activity, and she opened her eyes to see Bellatrix entering the room. “Bella!” Andromeda sat up a little straighter, taking another sip of her drink. “What news of the attack?”