Raising a glass to the fallen. 26th Anniversary.

He had dozes off, definitely, when someone woke him up. He shook his head quickly and then turned to his left in order to see who it was. Oh bloody hells, the light is too bright! He said, turning back quickly. He then remembered it was nighttime and turned back to the left. It was Wilson's girl... that Pippa... something. He remembered and then observed her eccentric wardrobe. He then heard what she had offered him and took the sunglasses. It would seem cool to wear them, so he looked at them and then put them on, looking at the little girl. ''Head of Ravenclaw? Oh yes, right... nah, don't bother yourself. A flower? Wilson's classroom probably needs much more flowers... but, come to think of it, do you also clean and vacuum places? Well, if you want to... conjure a tulip... a red one!'', Doyle said, looking at the small girl.

Then, someone else came. He turned to the other side. It was Khaat. ''I approved of this? Wait, this is on school grounds, isn't it? Oh bloody hell, I should pay attention to the documents I don't pay attention to'', he commented. ''I don't drink. So, you are alive... isn't that... interesting? How's life and... everything?'', he asked.

Sophia nodded. "I don't eat at funeral also, I think it's disrepsectful."said Sophia softly as she looked around and seen Jess and waved at him. As Mariana asked how she was she shrugged. "I'm doing really good Mari, I'm really happy and life couldn't be bertter for me right now!"said Sophia softly. As she seen Louis coming in she gave him a soft warm smile and waved back at him. "What about you, how are ya?"Sophia asked her softly. Sophia looked around once more and didn't see her sister nor Andrian anywhere around but she did see Khaat so she smiled at her and gave her a friendly wave.

TAG:- Jess an Louis

Andrew listened to Jess for a bit, hearing him discuss his brother. In Andrew's eyes, he wished he would've had the same amount of action. But Danny had been older and he had been...somewhat wiser. Yet regardless, he was still family. Well, was family. Oh well. Before Andrew could say anything else, Jess had taken off to go meet with someone else. The person he had been talking seemed to be within his age group, so he decided to go visit the two. Perhaps he would learn something new. "Mind if I join?" Andrew asked, talking to both Jess and the mysterious person.

Jess noted his cousin's mannerisms as he approached, the straightening, subtle actions around his mouth, he was hiding something, by the looks of it, something which seemed a burden, something he thought that he might understand better than most other people would, for he knew the weight of family history better than most people did, and while their circumstances were certainly different, Jess thought he might recognise that look in one's eye...

It was just a shame that James was avoiding eye contact, though that in itself spoke volumes.

Finally he spoke, James seemed to have mulled over his answer a little before giving it. At first the response was disappointing, he himself felt his body slump as he heard the response, it was sad to know that your own family didn't remember you, but he wasn't too crushed by it. After all, he hadn't really expected James to remember him.

But then he changed his answer, Jess couldn't help but wonder if he'd known all along and had been toying with him, or whether he'd actually only just remembered. Either way Jess did feel happier at the prospect of not fighting a completely uphill battle in trying to connect with his cousin.

"That would be correct," he said with an approving tone, most members of the Order were not as secret about their allegiance as Jess would have liked, he was more than pleased to see that the trait of secrecy and caution that seemed to run through his family had been passed onto James.

Then came what he'd been waiting for.

"Ah," he said slowly, nodding with a thoughtful look on his face, James' response had been laden thick with sarcasm, his instinct had been confirmed. "So," he said, looking up and noting an approaching boy, "I'm not the only one who feels the weight of their surname," he said quickly, standing up to greet the newcomer.

"Yes, Weasley, isn't it," he said with a smile, nodding at the boy. "I hear my family is quite well disposed to your own," he said warmly, "I hope that we're no different," he told him, reaching out to shake his hand. "They call me Jess," he said, "And you?" he asked

"Of course not," He added when Andrew walked up, "James... Weasley," he said, shooting an apologetic smile Louis' way, "This is Andrew, one of the more recent victims of this terrible war," he said, looking Andrew's way.

Sam cracked a grin and nodded, "Sorry," he said with a chuckle, trust him to not only bump into someone he knew, but with someone he was friends with. "Definitely brilliant," he replied, using a fake "Sophisticated food critic" voice to highlight what he was saying, before laughing once more. "Dude, try the fudge tart, I don't know what those elves have done down there, but it must be illegal somewhere, it's that. Good." He told Andrew, his eyes wide and his face as serious as Sam could be

Which wasn't all that serious

But that was another story.

Sam nodded, looking over where Andrew was pointing. "Yeah, I see him," he said, nodding. "Definitely, I need to meet the man who saved me from many a late, boring night," he said, beginning to walk over there with Andrew, trying to figure out where he recognised the man's face.

"Come on. Let's go!" Andrew was utterly delighted for any chance to spend even a moment with Robert. He set his plate down at a place at the table where he had put a bottle of soda. Then he motioned to Sam. He flew over to Robert, starting at a walk, getting faster the closer he got to Robert and breaking into a run by the time he got there. Robert was surrounded by poltiical wannanbes but when he saw Sam, he opened his arms to Andrew who almost leaped right into his arms. Robert wrapped his arms around Andrew and held him in a tight hug.

"Andrew, my boy!" he laughed. "You've grown a foot since I saw you last! You look wonderful. How are things going?"

"I hate homework, but, meh, classes are classes," he shrugged. Robert laughed. "Oh, Robert, this is my friend, Sam."

"Sam," Robert greeted the boy, "Any friend of Andrew's is a friend of mine. Very nice to meet you. I'm Robert." At that moment, someone nudged Robert, attempting to get his attention.

"Minister," they cleared their throat to try to speak to him. Robert waved them away.

"Not now," Robert said, "I'm with my family. GIve me a moment. So Sam, when are you and Andrew coming to my farm for the weekend?" Andrew grinned at Sam, nodding.

Sam laughed and ran with Andrew, darting through the crowds with agility even surprising himself, normally he would trip over or bump into someone when he ran like this, he had to admit, the risk (Though silly as it sounded) was certainly exciting.

When they finally reached the man Sam waved, shaking the man's hand and introducing himself. "Nice to meet you Robert," he said with a smile, though it was slightly detached as Sam's eyes concentrated straight on his face, a thought beginning to form on his mind.

At that point an aide arrived and mentioned one word which Sam's ears picked up...

His jaw dropped

"You're the Minister for Magic," he exclaimed, suddenly realising where he recognised the face. "I saw you on the front page of the prophet," he said. "Your guardian is.. wow," he said, an excited tone creeping into his voice. "That's so cool," he said, "I'd love to visit, any time," he said with a large grin.

Andrew looked at Jess curiously once he said that he was a war victim. Another name popped up in his head, but he decided to find out from this person. "James eh? Well it's nice to meet you. May I ask who has passed away?" It was probably a wrong move, yet it was also something he could give condolences to. He alway wanted to know what James' last name was, perhaps somebody he knew. He did sound very familiar. It was almost bothering Andrew, not knowing who said person was, but eventually figured he would find out either way.