Originally Posted by Annabeth

"Thanks guys," Rachel said, "Theres no need to make sweets for me, Presley," she told her friend sniffing. She tried to procese it all in her head, but it was too much. The funeral would be soon, and wy didn't her dad come to Hogwarts to tell her, the letter made it worse, he had said that she could go to Luna's house, but after the funeral, how unsencitive. "I think that I will be OK in a while. I just need to get used to it all." Rachel said to Luna. Rachel sniffed, and wiped her eyes on her sleve. She hoped that she would be able to go to class, but wasn't very sure if she could. She knew what to do, she would write back to her dad and tell him what her friends had said, he didn't seem that upset in the letter, but she knew that her father never liked to look soft, even if he felt it, he would always talk as if it didn't hurt him at all.