Her arms were bound behind her, tugging her shoulders back painfully as she knelt in the dark. She could feel dozens of straps criss-crossing her body... the bindings were so precise that even her fingers were bound and immobile. Lacie could feel a blindfold attached to a hood covering her eyes, effectively blinding her. Thick, fluffy cotton was balled up in her ears, trapped there by a leather hood, the combination of cotton and leather effectively muffling any noise before it reached Lacie’s. As he walked he shrugged again. OK, it wasn't that way, really. They loved him. All of them! They'd been building him up for this day for a long time now. He'd known that he would have to do this today, even if it destroyed life as he knew it. His sisters had done it before him. They'd survived. All he had to do was flunk the test and he could stay as he was, almost. They'd stayed and nothing had changed, almost! Not until Marion had moved families. For him, another couple of years of school. And now it was time for the memorial service for Ginny. It was good that the Weasley clan was performing the service so soon after hearing the news; from his long experience in such matters, Dumbledore knew that the entire family would be living unable to function until the service was said and done.Dumbledore had arrived late, and the ritual he had come to see was was almost complete. Arthur conjured an extra chair for the headmaster, and he joined the family in the back yard. The chairs were. As to work by a bio elemental whospecializes in such things, her face alone would run about five thousanddollars." Angel dropped her fork, hitting the plate with a crash that she thoughtcould be heard throughout the restaurant. No heads turned, so she decidedshe was probably wrong about that. When she recovered enough to speak, shereminded the doctor about the limitations on her power. "That shouldn't be a problem. Due to her age, her skin is thinner thanRobin's. And we're not looking for cures.