Now you feel real all alone
It makes sense that the disappearances don't happen with a loud rumble. There are no funerals here. No graveyards. No sense of death.

There's no markers or places to go to remember those gone.

I went to see if I could find them. The places where Scorpius and Victoire those I've loved had monuments made for them. There was a daycare over it. A place of youth and beginnings where prior only age and ending had stood.

It's ironic. Yet I found myself standing there, watching the young faces of those born here, laughing and running and playing. I stood there, without the injuries that made my knee ache. Without wrinkles. Without age, it seemed. It felt right.

I've always hated funerals. My life revolves around those who are injured and dying, and I cannot bare the final outcome. Perhaps because I learned so long ago that after that heart beat fades, and after the potions and shocks and healers fail...there is nothing left. It is pointless. Graveyards, funerals; all of it is for those left behind. There is no respect for the dead because the dead don't care.

Somehow it was a relief to see no graveyard.

I think they both would have found it more appropriate to have a daycare than a burial plot in their memory.

On another note, interviews are going terribly. I was remiss in my expectations of finding people more competent here than in the world before. Apparently the transition did nothing to open the intellect of the buffoons who come through, and was obviously not based on IQ. I'm surprised most of them knew how to tie their own shoes.

Fantastic.