*wiiiiiiiiibbbbbbbblllllle*

The little girl shifted the cardboard box under her left arm so she could use her right hand to wipe her eyes. This was happening a lot as she made her way down to the Student Gardens. Every so often she'd pull over to the side and plop her self down on a bench and gingerly peek into the box at her poor, poor kneazle but that would only make her start sobbing again. Her eyes were already red rimmed and were probably going to get worse as the next hour or so went on.

She gingerly set the box on a bench and sat down beside it. In hindsight, she really should've come here before the wake and looked for a good place to bury her kneazle but instead she had gone around crying and looking for hugs and telling people about how her Barnabus had passed away cause the Common Room situation. She hugged her white cardigan tighter around her shoulders and sniffled again. She HAD wanted to wear all black but it was still kind of chilly out and she didn't have a black jumper...

She pulled the box up onto her lap and traced a little pattern on the lid. Another sniffle. Okay okay. Before everyone came and she buried her pet, she had to take ONE last look. Blue gingerly lifted the lid and peered into the box. AND, cue the fresh tears. She closed it shut and a sob broke out again.

Worst. Day. Ever.