Half past Seven, finally Headmaster's body dressed in whites was rested on the makeshift white marble altar, and everyone from Minerva to the other Heads of Houses to a few ministry people to a few from the student body shared their memories of the eccentric yet lovable old Headmaster. There wasn't a person who didn't have tears in their eyes by the end of it, save one witch, the wrongs she faced knowingly at the hands of some, unknowingly at the hands of others who refused to believe her, the Headmaster being one of them, couldn't bring herself to shed tears for the man, she literally outwitted and killed. Her eyes shone, with excitement of the chaos that was begging for release, yet she waited for the opportune moment to strike.