The grazes on her cheeks and forehead had faded. Despite the light wounds being the last of her concerns a rather insistent Madam Pomfrey had managed to slatter a layer of salve on the cuts.
As the flesh wounds scarred, internal wounds festered. She did not have time to tend to them as it seemed a world of responsibilities had befallen her, but she felt them nonetheless. Guilt, grief, and agony lived in strands that were constantly being threaded in tight knots inside of her chest.
After a long conversation with the Minister of Magic and his delegation, Minerva and the Head of Houses had convened an emergency meeting with the Board of Governors. The meeting would be at noon. As decided with her Head of Houses and Hagrid, she would advocate for the school to remain open. She would also insist that the students be allowed to remain at Hogwarts until Albus's funerals. Harry had been right, they should have a chance to say goodbye.
Minerva stood close to the edge of the lake. The first halo of sunlight reflected upon the Great Lake, mocking her grief. How could the world keep going when such an immense loss had been suffered?