Part of her wished that she'd taken Antonin's advice when she discovered that Saturday afternoon was to be Lord Voldemort's lavish funeral. Still tight-lipped about his activities since he killed their master, all she knew was that at least a temporary truce had been called in the fight for the succession to allow for the proper burial of the Dark Lord. None of the power players wanted to appear to be overly excited about the death of the wizard many of them had followed for decades. To show too much excitement might've been taken as a sign that they'd been in league with the Resistance or any of the other rebellion groups since long before the tragic death of their beloved master. No one wanted to be accused of disloyalty. Not yet. Not until they knew which way the winds would blow.