She walked over to Rarity. She felt like she could barely stand, that her heavy heart couldn't take much more, but there was work to be done. She knew that well enough. The dead died, and then their story ended: it was up to the people living to keep them alive.

"Rarity," she said softly, "I'd like you to please make me some Quidditch Robes, his colors. There's a memorial I'm going to have to make for the headquarters. I'm not about to let people forget Cedric Diggory existed."