Diana Rosier stared at the letter that had just been dropped on her mahogany dining room table. Her father patted her on the back.
"Well, the good news is, you're not a Squib," Diana's father, Julian, commented.
Diana looked to her mother, who was standing behind her. Vesta Rosier had a proud expression on her face. It wasn't that Diana showed no magical abilities, it was just that Diana was the only daughter of Julian and Vesta Rosier. As such, she was the first and only one of their children to get accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and a wealthy pureblood (one of the Sacred Twenty Eight families), she had grown up in the Wizarding World.
Diana remembered when she was little, looking forward to going to Hogwarts. She would play two-person Quidditch with her godbrother, Draco. After they were sweaty and tired, a house elf would fetch them crisp, cold pumpkin juice. Reminiscing made Diana feel a little sad. Who would Draco play with while she was at Hogwarts? He was only nine, so he wouldn't be attending for two more years. Diana's train of thought was interrupted by her mother's voice.
"-going to send Narcissa an owl. She will be very pleased to hear the good news." Diana's mother said.
Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy were Diana's godparents. According to her parents, the Malfoys were friends with them during their Hogwarts days. This friendship was what brought Vesta and Julian together. The Malfoys had also been with Diana's parents through thick and thin, especially during the First Wizarding War. Diana's uncle, Evan Rosier, had been killed serving the Dark Lord.
Diana turned to face her mother.
"When can we go to Diagon Alley to buy my things for Hogwarts?" Diana asked her mother.
"We can use some Floo Powder and go as soon as you change into something presentable. Don't forget to brush your hair!" she replied.
Diana dashed up the stairs of her house and ran down the long, dark hall. She burst into her room and changed into some elegant but simple, plum robes. She sat down at her vanity and began brushing her long, dark hair. Her eyes, which were chocolate colored, quickly glanced over her reflection. She didn't have anything on her face, so that was good. As soon as her hair was brushed, she darted down the stairs.
"Can we go now?" she asked impatiently.
Diana's parents were taken aback. They had not expected that she would get ready so quickly. However, they reluctantly agreed to their daughter's request to get going to Diagon Alley. Diana purchased all of her school supplies, including a wand (11 inches, holly and unicorn hair), and a beautiful barn owl.
How sweet, innocent, and naive Diana Rosier was. Those happy days are gone.