James Potter was many things.
A good athlete, a loyal friend, and Gryffindor's golden boy.
For Victoria Atkinson, he was everything she hated in others. He embodied the values that have been impressed on her since she was little. And that's exactl...
to go back–are we asleep or awake?–we are, we are nothing more...
— Octavio Paz
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Scottland wasn't just famous for its winds.
Being a wizard, Scottland was well known for baring the world biggest wizarding school. But if you would look past that, you would probably see...nothing, because the wind would mess up your hair to the point of no returning.The Scottish weather was acting out their whole feelings, each tree bowing reverently to the sky. With the clothes sprinkled from the flying mud every time their feet would touch the ground, both Atkinson siblings continued their way over the Meadow.
Only the lowest part of their clothes was adorned with the mix of dirt and rain, the rest of the black suit of Cayden and dark blue dress of Victoria kept as neat as possible. The black umbrellas protected them from the raindrops hitting with all their force the people wandering over the earth. But the weather was fine for them. Actually perfect - nothing could have possibly hit the bullseye as accurate as the perfect weather resembling their perfect feelings.
A red hue around his nose achieved its way after hour and hour of crying on Cayden's face, his hand tightening more and more on his sister's. The tie over the tidy white button up hadn't moved an inch, since their arrival on their families property.
The family manor laid a little in the distance, the family graveyard only there where it was for the family property, which was in Victoria's opinion ridiculous large, to cut where godrics hollow started.
And right there, where the silver fence found its end, the name of Godric Gryffindor was immortalized into the perfectly formed stone proclaiming that his body laid there. There were endless well-known names appearing on the rather large space, the traditional firstborn name Leathan appearing 4 times over the decades.
A mighty lion was formed out of stone, now roaring in the middle of it all, even when the mighty creature hadn't had any movements or sounds fill time, it was done with such detail, that sometimes only the second glance made you be convinced that it was still living, towering the dead.
While no grave showed any sign of time, from house elves preventing the part all around there to do such thing, their mothers still represented the recent events that had marked the history. Her name was barely visible from the value of flowers placed around it, resulting in the last faint of hope that it wasn't really their mother lying there, 6 feet under.
Alodie Atkinson
The caligraphy failed miserably on reaching the level of beauty her mother had once charmed the whole world with. But they were there, roses, lilies, sunflowers, cloves... Every possible and magnificent flower illuminated the cold through the rain with one color brighter than the other, yet the one not lying happened to be just the one her mother had always found adoration for. So they were left, with pale pink peonies in each hand of her children, neither one moving an inch as they came to halt. Till the time, Victoria stepped away, now her brothers' goodbye finding its part.
