Chelle walked down the Hogsmeade street with a small sigh. It was nice to be in a place of her past but... It felt weird, she had always come here with Robin and Damon and now she was short of both of them. Robin and her were spending a bit of time apart with the incidents in Ireland, and then Damon was... well, just gone. She choked up slightly and paused in her walking to pull out a tissue and wipe her eyes off. Biological or not that was her son, and now she was trying to prepare to go to his funeral. She was mainly here to try to find his old friends and let them know the day the funeral would be, but she also wanted to know who would want, or for better words, could say something at his viewing. She sighed as she started to walk again, she would not have a breakdown here, not in front of a bunch of strangers. She was a Davis, proud and strong, she would not have people pitying her. Not here and not now, so she straightened and kept her head high. She would not be that woman that just sobbed uncontrollably and had people come and try to console her anymore. She was strong, and she knew what she needed to do, then she could go home and mourn more.