Michael had always expected his first funeral to involve a family member, or if things were unlucky enough, a close friend. There would be no reason to go otherwise since funerals were a harrowing experience, far as he had heard.
However, he felt the need to go to Hargrave’s funeral. Michael was far from alone in that respect. He met with Eleanor, who donned an appropriately dark dress, which looked unusual on her since she always wore bright colors. It was the same with him.
Holding hands, Michael and Eleanor walked up the hill. No words were exchanged as they lined up next to Lily and Miracle, nor when Felix found his way to them, stepping next to his girlfriend.
The crowd was huge and mostly made up of students, but Hargrave’s family was all there as well. At the front, standing righ
