Rosalie wandered out onto the grounds, intending to go to the lake. Her eyes fell first on the path that her and Ryder always took, the one leading towards the forest. Then she looked towards the lake, and saw a path that was cracked, old, and looked like it was never used. Curiously, she headed towards it.
Alie walked along it until she came to a large white tomb. Of course few walked along this path. This was the final resting place of Albus Dumbledore. This path was ancient. It had been around since before the fall of Voldemort.
Briefly, she ran one finger along the clean white marble, then turned to leave.
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