Every year it was the same. Mingle, fake a smile, share stories. The memorial for the Piercing's had been held the same date for 5 years. Nothing has really changed. Due to this, it always felt like Nymphadora repeated the same day once a year, every year. She always saw the same faces arrive as they left flowers at the alter. Along with a bush of flowers were two photographs. One with a man who had striking black hair and bright blue eyes. The other was a beautiful woman with long, blonde hair, and golden eyes.
People began to say their last words and left Nymphadora to tend to the flowers. Nymphadora simply smiled as the guests left, but as the crowd got smaller and smaller, she saw a far too familiar face emerge from the crowd, coming straight at her.
She turns around to go back to her business.
"After 5 years you finally decide to show up?" Nymphadora spitefully said, arranging the flowers around the photographs.
"You really don't have to put yourself through this