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Of all the things that Avie's aunt had wished to never see it was the death of any of her children, and she had definitely extended that wish to her nephew, they weren't blood related but she had helped raise the boy, receiving the note had been bad, but seeing the body still filled her nightmares. How could such a thing have happened to the sweet boy, a boy so full of life, even when his mother had died and the boy had finally realised, he was still trying each day to smile, to bring smiles to those around him. She knew that during his short life she had done wrong by him, but she had never wanted anything like this to happen. Avie had been like a third son to her, and he was gone, no more would the sound of the piano being played fill the house, no longer would the mud tracks bring her anger, no more would she just have to stop and listen to either hear his excited tone or the joyous laughter. It was all gone. He was gone. Avie was gone.
The funeral had been her job to plan, and every part of it felt like a fresh wound, the young boy deserved the best of life, he deserved to live out his dreams, to continue to spread his joy. But, it was too late to think of what might've been because Avie was gone and his body had been laid in a box he would've found silly, wearing a suit he would've thought stupid, and with people crying which he would've hated. Finally, the day she had dreaded most arrived and Avie's aunt felt even worse, her eyes red and bloodshot from tears, she stood at the front of the hall, beside the picture of Avie they'd picked out for this final send off, it had been taken earlier in the year, where he stood waving, a smile so clear on his face, the picture seemingly taken moments after he'd laughed, his full name written underneath, Avery Charles Mitchell with the date of his birth and then his death date. Avie's aunt hated the picture, since it reminded her so much of the boy whose smile she'd never see again, whose laughter she would never hear again and the name felt so wrong, he'd never been Avery. They'd extended an invitation to all those who had known Avie, to any who wished to pay their respects to him, she knew that his school had had a formal announcement of his death, and was allowing students to attend this should they want to. She felt inadequate to speak, but she knew neither her husband nor her sons could do it, and asking any of his friends to her was just out of the question. Behind her, covered with flowers, and a good few rocks was the casket Avie now lay in, it didn't seem real, oh how she wanted none of this to be real, she hadn't always gotten along with the boy but this, this was wrong.
Eventually it appeared that most who wanted to attend had, she cleared her throat and moved to speak, standing right next to the picture, she wiped her eyes shooting a glance back at the flowers and finally resting on the people who come to this, "Thank you for coming," she began politely, she'd prepared something, but now in front of everyone she couldn't find the words, she could only be glad that Avie's mother wasn't here to see this, "It is with heavy hearts that we gather today. I can not comprehend what has happened, I keep waiting for someone to tell me it's not true because it seems inconceivable that someone who was just so full of life could be gone and that we are here today to mourn his passing," She paused, glancing down, taking in a short breath trying to adjust her emotions before continuing, telling the story of how Avie's rock obsession had come to be, how he had loved school, quidditch, photography, she spoke of how he'd gone from a wide eyed and curious child to the active and talented young adult they'd all come to know, how caring he'd been to all those around him, "Avie was forgiving, he barely held a grudge, you could lose your mind at him and one moment later he would've already forgiven you. He only ever saw the good in people, he could bring it out of them even if he was the only one to see it. He loved so freely, so openly, he loved everything and everyone," Avie's aunt paused again shaking her head a little, "Avie would've hated this, seeing people upset was just wrong to him, he'd tell us to smile, give every person a hug and probably suggest we go find rocks, because what better cure for sorrow, or anything really, was there than hugs and rocks," She stopped again letting the moment pass, "It is hard to say goodbye to him, but we must; Avie, you'll be sorely missed, rest in peace," With nothing more to say she nodded, moving a few steps back and an official concluded the affair inviting people to a secondary location for food and drinks. Once all had left they would cremate the body and the ashes placed within a jar. She stood near the front of the room, shaking people's hands accepting condolences, giving her own to those who'd clearly been close to him, allowing some to approach the casket. Nothing in her life would ever be right again, because he was gone and he wasn't ever coming back but at least this day was one step closer to being over.
The funeral had been her job to plan, and every part of it felt like a fresh wound, the young boy deserved the best of life, he deserved to live out his dreams, to continue to spread his joy. But, it was too late to think of what might've been because Avie was gone and his body had been laid in a box he would've found silly, wearing a suit he would've thought stupid, and with people crying which he would've hated. Finally, the day she had dreaded most arrived and Avie's aunt felt even worse, her eyes red and bloodshot from tears, she stood at the front of the hall, beside the picture of Avie they'd picked out for this final send off, it had been taken earlier in the year, where he stood waving, a smile so clear on his face, the picture seemingly taken moments after he'd laughed, his full name written underneath, Avery Charles Mitchell with the date of his birth and then his death date. Avie's aunt hated the picture, since it reminded her so much of the boy whose smile she'd never see again, whose laughter she would never hear again and the name felt so wrong, he'd never been Avery. They'd extended an invitation to all those who had known Avie, to any who wished to pay their respects to him, she knew that his school had had a formal announcement of his death, and was allowing students to attend this should they want to. She felt inadequate to speak, but she knew neither her husband nor her sons could do it, and asking any of his friends to her was just out of the question. Behind her, covered with flowers, and a good few rocks was the casket Avie now lay in, it didn't seem real, oh how she wanted none of this to be real, she hadn't always gotten along with the boy but this, this was wrong.
Eventually it appeared that most who wanted to attend had, she cleared her throat and moved to speak, standing right next to the picture, she wiped her eyes shooting a glance back at the flowers and finally resting on the people who come to this, "Thank you for coming," she began politely, she'd prepared something, but now in front of everyone she couldn't find the words, she could only be glad that Avie's mother wasn't here to see this, "It is with heavy hearts that we gather today. I can not comprehend what has happened, I keep waiting for someone to tell me it's not true because it seems inconceivable that someone who was just so full of life could be gone and that we are here today to mourn his passing," She paused, glancing down, taking in a short breath trying to adjust her emotions before continuing, telling the story of how Avie's rock obsession had come to be, how he had loved school, quidditch, photography, she spoke of how he'd gone from a wide eyed and curious child to the active and talented young adult they'd all come to know, how caring he'd been to all those around him, "Avie was forgiving, he barely held a grudge, you could lose your mind at him and one moment later he would've already forgiven you. He only ever saw the good in people, he could bring it out of them even if he was the only one to see it. He loved so freely, so openly, he loved everything and everyone," Avie's aunt paused again shaking her head a little, "Avie would've hated this, seeing people upset was just wrong to him, he'd tell us to smile, give every person a hug and probably suggest we go find rocks, because what better cure for sorrow, or anything really, was there than hugs and rocks," She stopped again letting the moment pass, "It is hard to say goodbye to him, but we must; Avie, you'll be sorely missed, rest in peace," With nothing more to say she nodded, moving a few steps back and an official concluded the affair inviting people to a secondary location for food and drinks. Once all had left they would cremate the body and the ashes placed within a jar. She stood near the front of the room, shaking people's hands accepting condolences, giving her own to those who'd clearly been close to him, allowing some to approach the casket. Nothing in her life would ever be right again, because he was gone and he wasn't ever coming back but at least this day was one step closer to being over.
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- This funeral topic is open for anyone who wishes to join, students, professors, adult, anyone who knew Avie, doesn't have to be met him, all are welcome to join.
Students who wish to attend show first get permission, by PMing the headmistress, who will decided if they are allowed to attend.