On a cloudy morning, where the sky's slightly dark. It's as if the skies had been aware of the sudden tragic situation that has occured in Magica Academy and had decided to wept for it's loss. A funeral was held for three students of the Magica Academy; Aria, Bella, and Liam. A small crowd gathered at the Salamander's Graveyard, mostly dressed in black, some in white. Families of the three surrounded the freshly dug grave of each student.

The priest had already started the mass. Needed speech were already made. The heavy feeling around everyone's heart can easily be felt in such aura. Rinoa can hear others weep, which also made her cry.

ooc: dunno how to rate such thread. thread was made as per Leo's request.

Ivy stared dully at her clasped hands, a stark pale white that blended in with her white dress. This all seemed so surreal, as if it was nothing but a dream she would wake up from. But no, you couldn't feel such crushing emotions in your dreams. This had to be real. The deaths of her schoolmates were real, the funeral was real, the likelihood of a traitor amongst them was real. Overhead, clouds started to gather, but Ivy made no move to reach for an umbrella- She hadn't thought to bring one. Around her were some moist eyes, and she could hear sniffs, but none of that spurred her own tears. Ivy wasn't uncaring, she was too afraid to cry.

Jennifer couldn't believe that students (and adults) just died when she just began working at the Academy.. Was someone else next? Was there another tragedy to by done and it just not has come yet?

Darren stood by one end, dressed in a white shirt and a pair of black dress pants that he had somehow acquired. For once, a smile was absent from the young boy's lips as he stared solemnly at the caskets. He was sad, yes, and felt the customary fear and sense of loss. He knew that his older sister, Cera, would be beating herself up over this. Darren always thought she took her job as an Auror too seriously, and the boy could guess she would be blaming herself for not being there to help.

Taylor would be found in the mass of heads bowed, she was dressed in a black dress with black heels. Her hand came up to her face brushing away the tears before looking up at the prist as he began the ceremony. What a dull awful day it was. It scared her being that there were so many other students...was this the end of just the beginning? Hopefully no others died....hopefully.