Across the way, Blaise's friends were taking turns saying kind words about their lost friend. Trying her best to tune out their words, Hermione thought about what she would say when it was her turn, if she was allowed one. This funeral was much different than Draco's, but she still harbored a sadness that was inconceivable. Under her skin, she could feel a prickling sensation as if Loki was trying to reach out to her. Taking a deep breath, Hermione tried to pull herself together. If she didn't find a way to tame her emotions, Loki was bound to return sooner than he'd planned. She didn't want one more thing on her conscious, especially since she knew Loki was needed elsewhere right now.