With everything behind him, at least physically, Alvin let his face fall. He could thoroughly understand the desire to be strong around people. Most of his grieving had been done in private, minus the episode with Lottie, but Lottie was well, Lottie and he knew she hadn't minded.

He hadn't even thought that far in advance, to them going back to Hogwarts. That Sloane's bed would be empty and they would have to see it there. Perhaps the staff would do them a kindness and remove it. Perhaps he should nudge his father to write to the school. "I didn't even think about that." It was bad enough having to walk by her room, but it was empty most of the year, so it wasn't quite as striking to him. Now it would stay like that however. Sighing heavily, Alvin stopped, looking out over the rest of the cemetery beyond them and wondering just how they were all going to survive this.

Miss Zinnia's question about his sketching took a moment to register. Merlin, he was in such a fog. "Sorry, it's alright. I've been doing more painting." Or had, it was what he'd been doing that day in the park. "I need to take a class or something it's been a while." The distraction was welcome, even if it wasn't really working.