Date/Time: April 15, Afternoon
Location: Halls
Open To: Anyone!
Currently Involving: Izzy
Warnings: none
Izzy wasn't nearly her usual bouncy, cheerful self today. How could she be when that sixth year had been killed. She didn't really know him, of course - he was a Slytherin, so she figured Jeremy probably had - but that didn't make it any less bad.
It's hard, when you're only thirteen, to wrap your head around the concept of death, but Izzy understood it all too well. She'd only been eleven when her dad had died. She wondered, idly, about that kid's family. He had a brother, didn't he? One of the Aurors? She thought she remembered reading that.
It was awful. Horrible and tragic and.. Izzy would never admit it to anyone, but she was scared. Because if it could happen to that kid, who'd been nearly seventeen, it could happen to her, too, couldn't it? Or to Benny. Or even her brothers. She hated knowing that.
She hated feeling helpless and weak, the way things like this usually made her feel.