I chose to meet them in the gardens, the only place that wasn’t wrecked by my grief, and I heard them Apparate just outside of the gates and cross the wards. Theo was tense, but he tried to disguise it by showing his usual solar and optimist side. Behind him, fuck... Pansy was a ghost. She was pale in a way I’d never seen her before: her eyes looked dull like life had abandoned them, and her hair usually so shiny and bouncy was now colorless and flat. She was vigilant and her hand was clasping her wand tight, almost as if she was scared she might have to use it.