Zinnia was so tired of doing arrangements for funerals. Death seemed to have overtaken Hogsmeade lately, with the odd string of murders that had happened just a few months prior, which luckily had abruptly stopped even though Zinnia was still worried the murderer was out there, waiting, and now Sloane’s death. This one hit closer to home than the others simply because she had known the young woman. Life was going to be so much different without her being a constant fixture in the Potts’ home, and she was fretting over how Calla (if Calla) would bounce back from this. Losing a friend so young was going to have a lasting impact.
Like most of her sisters, she had accompanied Calla to the funeral, although she hadn’t felt the need nor the desire to hover up front, figuring that people who called Sloane a good friend deserved that honor. There were a lot of people here to pay their respects, the atmosphere heavy with grief and sadness. Zinnia blinked back tears as she moved to find a seat near the back, her lips parting in surprise when she spotted Mr. Bixby hovering near one of the benches at the back instead of up front where she thought he might be. Where he probably should be, but that wasn’t any of her concern. She had heard that he’d tried to save her but the outcome obviously hadn’t been favorable.
Instead of moving to a bench in front of her, Zin hovered near him, unsure if she should approach him, but ultimately she decided that he deserved some sort of support too. (And if no one else was going to sit next to him and make sure he was okay, then she would.) So she brushed past a few people and took a seat next Mr. Bixby, her hand reaching out to gently take his without thinking. “We just want to support you during this difficult time.” Zinnia murmured as she gently squeezed his fingers. “How are you holding up? Can I do anything for you?”
Like most of her sisters, she had accompanied Calla to the funeral, although she hadn’t felt the need nor the desire to hover up front, figuring that people who called Sloane a good friend deserved that honor. There were a lot of people here to pay their respects, the atmosphere heavy with grief and sadness. Zinnia blinked back tears as she moved to find a seat near the back, her lips parting in surprise when she spotted Mr. Bixby hovering near one of the benches at the back instead of up front where she thought he might be. Where he probably should be, but that wasn’t any of her concern. She had heard that he’d tried to save her but the outcome obviously hadn’t been favorable.
Instead of moving to a bench in front of her, Zin hovered near him, unsure if she should approach him, but ultimately she decided that he deserved some sort of support too. (And if no one else was going to sit next to him and make sure he was okay, then she would.) So she brushed past a few people and took a seat next Mr. Bixby, her hand reaching out to gently take his without thinking. “We just want to support you during this difficult time.” Zinnia murmured as she gently squeezed his fingers. “How are you holding up? Can I do anything for you?”