Loss:#18 Whomping Willow

He stared forlornly across the grounds, and Tonks let him have his silence. They all needed their silence occasionally. Dumbledore was dead, and the world seemed just a little darker.

She finally slipped her hand into his, marveling that this simple act could provide so much comfort. Stupid man to have denied them both comfort for so long.

“It’s a sad day,” she offered needlessly. He nodded.

They watched the Whomping Willow stand motionless across the grounds. He finally spoke.

“So much loss. So much senseless loss.” Tonks wasn’t sure, but it seemed he was talking about more than Dumbledore.