[Kitty: Okay... so good so far.
Lina: R&R, people!!!]
Chapter One:
The Burrow
Diana Artemis Randall, an 11 year-old who was about to start her first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, woke up from her usual dream on August 31st due to an explosion from Fred and George Weasley's bedroom.
Diana usually spent the end of her summers with the Weasleys, a kind wizard family, with seven other children and their parents at the Burrow, their jumbled, but loving home. She slept in Ginny's bedroom; Ginny was 10 and the only Weasley girl.
Diana jumped out of bed, first seeing that Ginny was awake (her bed was empty) and then, looking at herself in the mirror, that her hair was messed up.
Part of it was scrunched on the back of her head with what looked like green glue, and wisps of it were popping up off of her head, little blobs of green at the ends.
Diana nearly yelled in the direction of the twins' bedroom, "IF I'D WANTED A WAKE-UP CALL, YOU TWO, I WOULD'VE ASKED! AND I SAW WHAT YOU DID TO MY HAIR!"
She heard a few snickers from the room next to her, and added, "I'M TELLING YOUR MUM!!"
The snickers stopped abruptly. Diana, rolling her eyes, started to brush her long red hair out of her face, which was a bit difficult, as the green glue was starting to stick the hairs together as it turned pink. She'd have to get Mrs. Weasley to help her with it.
Diana wasn't particularly beautiful; she was extremely skinny, not because she was starved, she just never seemed to gain weight. Along with her complexion, it made her look like a ghost, since her skin tone was almost pure white. Her complexion also clashed terribly with her red hair and dark attire. The only thing Diana liked about her appearance were her almond- shaped, sapphire-like eyes.
But the oddest thing about her wasn't her eyes, but a mark on the back of her right hand, shaped like a crescent moon. Diana never talked about this mark (most of the time she hid it by wearing some biker gloves) , because she considered it a mark of her cursed life every full moon.
Once every month, she turned into a vampire-like creature, with light blue skin, white hair and golden eyes, that was always thirsty for human blood.
Diana didn't know why she turned into this monster every month. All she knew that this creature (who Diana had learned to call "Artemis") took control of her, and she couldn't stop it.
That was why she was locked in the Weasley's basement while she was dangerous and, to satisfy Artemis's thirst, was given some blood taken specially from St. Mango's.
The mirror snickered, "Nice hair," as she tugged on a handful of tangles held together by what was pink (and now yellow) glue.
The door creaked open, and Ronald Weasley, the youngest of the Weasley brothers, entered.
"Morning, Dare," said Ron, "I thought I heard your yells at Fred and George."
Dare was what Diana had everyone called her. D.A.R. was her initials, and adding an "E" to the end of them made the word "Dare".
"Hey, Ron," Diana grumbled, still looking at the mirror and not at him, "Yeah, that was me, the only other person that would yell at those two would be your mum."
Mrs. Weasley was very kind to guests (although she did have Diana as an exception; she could be as bad as the twins sometimes), but to her sons, she could be compared to a saber-toothed tiger.
"Yeah," said Ron in an offhand voice, "You do know your hair's a mess, don't ya?"
"Yep, and I have your brothers to thank for it. I would assume they put some glue in it. They must have enchanted it since it turns different colors," she added, looking at Ron squarely in the eyes, as the glue turned a bright blue.
Ron stifled a snicker.
"Shall I go get Mum, then?"
"If you please. I don't want the twins taking this as a joke," said Diana, sticking out her tongue in mock disgust, "It's only a joke when I'm not the target."
Ron smirked, then left.
Diana went back to attacking her hair with a wet comb, which seemed the spread the glue even more, so she took out a dry brush instead.
About two minutes later, Mrs. Weasley came in.
"Oh, those two have done it this time!" Mrs. Weasley snarled as she pulled her wand out of her apron pocket, "To a guest in our house, that's it, they're going to get it! It's bad enough they do mischief at school!"
"You will be able to get it out, won't you, Mrs. Weasley?"
"I'll be able to, certainly, but doing it to a guest, how could they..."
She sighed, waved her wand, and the blue glue vanished.
"Thanks, Mrs. Weasley," said Diana, stroking her long, pale fingers through her now glue-free hair.
"You're welcome, dear," Mrs. Weasley replied warmly, then added briskly, "I'll have to talk to Fred and George, completely out of hand, don't know what they were thinking..."
Diana smirked as Mrs. Weasley exited, brushing the rest of her hair out.
Mrs. Weasley only favored Diana if she had nothing to do with the mischief involved, which was actually pretty unlikely.
She was probably helping the twins prank Percy, the oldest Weasley brother still living at the Burrow. Of course, this always involved Mrs. Weasley having to write to her Aunt Guinevere, who worked as an Auror, and whose life was extremely busy as it was.
Diana's smirk faded, pulling on a group of tangles near her right shoulder, as she remembered this.
Guinevere (or Gwen for short) was the only real family she had left, even if she was pureblood. Her mother, Carlotta Randall, a famous Auror for the Ministry of Magic, was highly respected, but as Lord Voldemort killed her, she was no help to Diana in any case.
But, what about her father, you might ask? Well, as soon as the Ministry told her what had happened to her parents, all she felt for her father was hate. According to Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, after Diana was born, her father abandoned her mother in cowardice, leaving her to die at the hands of Voldemort.
Diana clenched her fist over the brush, still tugging at the mangle of tangles, at the thought of it.
Ever since she learned that, Diana had been searching for information about that man people called her father. She knew he was alive, and she wanted to make him pay.
But Aunt Gwen and the Ministry refused to tell her anything for exactly that reason, so she never learned her father's name, what he looked like, or anything.
"Diana! Come on down for breakfast!" Mrs. Weasley's voice rang from the bottom of the stairs, interrupting Diana's chain of thoughts.
Diana's head jerked up, causing the brush to rip the group of tangles out. Cursing, Diana threw her brush back into her suitcase, packed for Hogwarts tomorrow, tied her hair back into a black hair tie, and thundered down the stairs into the kitchen.
Mrs. Weasley was serving everyone at the table sausages from the frying pan, and Diana noticed that she gave Fred and George less than half of everyone else.
Diana sat down between Ron and George, who muttered in her ear, "Sorry 'bout that hair stuff, Dare. I have to say it, according to Mum. She thinks we should've filled our heads with that stuff instead of what we call brains. That way, she says, we'd pass our exams."
Diana smirked at that, but muttered, "Nah, that should be saved for the Malfoys, not you."
She saw George smirk too, when Mr. Weasley entered and sat two seats from Diana.
Mr. Weasley worked for the Ministry of Magic like Aunt Guinevere, in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office. It was a part of the Ministry that was created to look into enchanted Muggle objects.
According to Ron, Mr. Weasley was the only person in the office, except for an old guy named Perkins, and according to her Aunt Gwen, it was a very small section at the Ministry.
Although he took his job seriously, Mr. Weasley was obsessed with Muggles, and loved tinkering with their stuff. He took things apart, enchanted the functioning items, and then put it back together again. Diana heard from Fred that he had an enchanted car in his shed, but she had never seen it.
"Good morning, Mr. Weasley," said Diana politely.
"Good morning, Diana," Mr. Weasley responded, holding back a yawn. He probably had been up all night working. "I'll just take tea, Molly dear," said Mr. Weasley when Mrs. Weasley offered him some orange juice.
The teapot was next to Ginny on the other side of the table, but as soon as Mr. Weasley finished saying, "I'll just take tea", it jumped across the table, right into Mr. Weasley's outstretched hand.
He poured some tea for himself, gulped it down, and then said to Diana, "Your Aunt Guinevere told me to tell you to behave yourself at school. She'd be there herself, it's just..."
He paused, his ears going red, as it always did when he was under pressure. This happened a lot to Diana. She suspected it was when the person was almost going to let something slip that he or she shouldn't.
"She's just extremely busy at the Ministry these days," Mr. Weasley said quickly.
/Too quickly,/ Diana thought to herself.
Mr. Weasley's ears were still red, and he looked extremely uncomfortable, but Diana pretended that she didn't suspect anything.
Diana was extremely talented at acting; she used a lot of it on Mrs. Weasley to get the Weasley kids (particularly Fred and George) out of trouble, but Aunt Guinevere warned her last year, so Mrs. Weasley was more calculating with Diana this summer.
"So, Mr. Weasley, how are we going to get to King's Cross tomorrow?" Diana asked to change the subject.
Mr. Weasley seemed relieved that they were now off the topic of Guinevere's work.
"We'll use Floo Powder to get about two blocks away from it, and then walk the rest of the way. Its safer."
"I wish we could just Apperate," George muttered.
"You know you're not of age, and besides, Muggles will be swarming all over," said Mrs. Weasley.
George muttered something under his breath that sounded a lot like curse words to Diana, but luckily Mrs. Weasley pretended to ignore it.
"Now, Diana, I've fixed that rugged old hole in your jeans, so you can wear those tomorrow," Mrs. Weasley said, handing Diana the pair of jeans that she had ripped a knee length out of in a two-on-two game of Quidditch with Fred, Ron, and George.
"And I expect you to treat them well," said Mrs. Weasley, a hint of scorn in her voice, "You rip so many clothes by causing all that mischief."
Diana put on her puppy dog eyes for Mrs. Weasley.
"Now, would I really disobey a direct order from you, Mrs. Weasley?" Diana said innocently, "After all, you do enough work chasing after Fred and George, why would I want to make your job as a mother of seven harder?"
Fred, Ron, George, and even Mr. Weasley smirked, but Percy and Mrs. Weasley didn't find it so amusing.
Percy shot her an I'm-a-Prefect-now-and-I-wouldn't-help-you-if-you-did-this- at-school look, and Mrs. Weasley pursed her lips to make her look as if she had just swallowed a lemon.
"You'd better, dear, and I really hope you drop that innocent act soon, especially before school starts."
"Aw, but Mrs. Weasley, it works so well..." moaned Diana, "Can't I at least use it when I'm really in trouble?"
"No, you'll probably be in trouble so much it won't even matter," said Mrs. Weasley.
Diana sulked onto the table.
Mrs. Weasley was right: Diana was probably first place in the Trouble Making category.
/Unless you count Fred and George,/ Diana corrected herself.
"Can't I go to Hogwarts tomorrow too?" pleaded Ginny for what seemed to Diana the 200th time.
"No," said Mrs. Weasley firmly, "You'll go next year, when you're old enough."
Ginny moped just like Diana.
Fred changed the subject by saying, "So, any of you wanna play Quidditch later?"
Diana lifted her head off the table, her face lighting up.
"Count me in," she said, "I need to beat you again, Fred."
Fred frowned sarcastically.
"Nah, I'm planning to win this time."
Diana smirked.
"You're on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and you can't even beat a first year who has never played on the team before? How sad."
"Well, we're Beaters, not Chasers," injected George indignantly.
"Or Seekers," added Ron, "Two-on-Two games have one Chaser and one Seeker, and you're neither."
"Oh, thanks for the moral support, Ron," said Fred sarcastically.
"Besides, you shouldn't be talking," George added, "You're not a very good Seeker, are you?"
Ron flushed.
"Ron's not bad as Seeker," Diana said, glaring at George, "He's better than you two combined."
Both twins went red, partly with anger, partly with embarrassment.
"Now, now," said Mrs. Weasley, "Stop fighting. It'll ruin the day, especially when we go to Diagon Alley. We need to pick up Diana's school supplies, and I think I'll get the new Lockhart book while I'm there."
Ron, Fred, George, Ginny and Diana all groaned.
Gilderoy Lockhart was an attractive, picture-happy wizard author of about six books now, and there was a rumor that there would be an autobiography about him in a year or two.
Most of his fans were, as Aunt Gwen had told Diana, "smart, but lovesick women who use their eyes instead of their brains to figure out what he's like".
Apparently, Mrs. Weasley was no exception. Diana, on the other hand, thought that Lockhart was a self-centered git who probably got negative number in his O.W.L.s (Ordinary Wizarding Levels).
Diana didn't say anything in protest, though. She just exchanged an Oh- Great look with Ron, and then went back to her sausages.
She was the last one to finish eating her breakfast, and she still had three sausages and half a piece of toast left over.
"Really, Mrs. Weasley, I'm fine," she reassured her when she tried to get her to finish.
Diana barely ate anything at meal times, most unlike the Weasley boys, who ate anything they could get their hands on.
Diana tipped a sausage onto Fred's, George's and Ron's plates, which they devoured in about two seconds, (/New record,/ noted Diana) and let Ginny grab her leftover toast.
[Kitty: End of Chapter one.
Lina: Interesting...
Yugi: When are Seto, Ryou, Marik and I gonna show up?
Kitty: Soon, Yugi, soon. R&R!!!!!
Lina: R&R, people!!!]
Chapter One:
The Burrow
Diana Artemis Randall, an 11 year-old who was about to start her first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, woke up from her usual dream on August 31st due to an explosion from Fred and George Weasley's bedroom.
Diana usually spent the end of her summers with the Weasleys, a kind wizard family, with seven other children and their parents at the Burrow, their jumbled, but loving home. She slept in Ginny's bedroom; Ginny was 10 and the only Weasley girl.
Diana jumped out of bed, first seeing that Ginny was awake (her bed was empty) and then, looking at herself in the mirror, that her hair was messed up.
Part of it was scrunched on the back of her head with what looked like green glue, and wisps of it were popping up off of her head, little blobs of green at the ends.
Diana nearly yelled in the direction of the twins' bedroom, "IF I'D WANTED A WAKE-UP CALL, YOU TWO, I WOULD'VE ASKED! AND I SAW WHAT YOU DID TO MY HAIR!"
She heard a few snickers from the room next to her, and added, "I'M TELLING YOUR MUM!!"
The snickers stopped abruptly. Diana, rolling her eyes, started to brush her long red hair out of her face, which was a bit difficult, as the green glue was starting to stick the hairs together as it turned pink. She'd have to get Mrs. Weasley to help her with it.
Diana wasn't particularly beautiful; she was extremely skinny, not because she was starved, she just never seemed to gain weight. Along with her complexion, it made her look like a ghost, since her skin tone was almost pure white. Her complexion also clashed terribly with her red hair and dark attire. The only thing Diana liked about her appearance were her almond- shaped, sapphire-like eyes.
But the oddest thing about her wasn't her eyes, but a mark on the back of her right hand, shaped like a crescent moon. Diana never talked about this mark (most of the time she hid it by wearing some biker gloves) , because she considered it a mark of her cursed life every full moon.
Once every month, she turned into a vampire-like creature, with light blue skin, white hair and golden eyes, that was always thirsty for human blood.
Diana didn't know why she turned into this monster every month. All she knew that this creature (who Diana had learned to call "Artemis") took control of her, and she couldn't stop it.
That was why she was locked in the Weasley's basement while she was dangerous and, to satisfy Artemis's thirst, was given some blood taken specially from St. Mango's.
The mirror snickered, "Nice hair," as she tugged on a handful of tangles held together by what was pink (and now yellow) glue.
The door creaked open, and Ronald Weasley, the youngest of the Weasley brothers, entered.
"Morning, Dare," said Ron, "I thought I heard your yells at Fred and George."
Dare was what Diana had everyone called her. D.A.R. was her initials, and adding an "E" to the end of them made the word "Dare".
"Hey, Ron," Diana grumbled, still looking at the mirror and not at him, "Yeah, that was me, the only other person that would yell at those two would be your mum."
Mrs. Weasley was very kind to guests (although she did have Diana as an exception; she could be as bad as the twins sometimes), but to her sons, she could be compared to a saber-toothed tiger.
"Yeah," said Ron in an offhand voice, "You do know your hair's a mess, don't ya?"
"Yep, and I have your brothers to thank for it. I would assume they put some glue in it. They must have enchanted it since it turns different colors," she added, looking at Ron squarely in the eyes, as the glue turned a bright blue.
Ron stifled a snicker.
"Shall I go get Mum, then?"
"If you please. I don't want the twins taking this as a joke," said Diana, sticking out her tongue in mock disgust, "It's only a joke when I'm not the target."
Ron smirked, then left.
Diana went back to attacking her hair with a wet comb, which seemed the spread the glue even more, so she took out a dry brush instead.
About two minutes later, Mrs. Weasley came in.
"Oh, those two have done it this time!" Mrs. Weasley snarled as she pulled her wand out of her apron pocket, "To a guest in our house, that's it, they're going to get it! It's bad enough they do mischief at school!"
"You will be able to get it out, won't you, Mrs. Weasley?"
"I'll be able to, certainly, but doing it to a guest, how could they..."
She sighed, waved her wand, and the blue glue vanished.
"Thanks, Mrs. Weasley," said Diana, stroking her long, pale fingers through her now glue-free hair.
"You're welcome, dear," Mrs. Weasley replied warmly, then added briskly, "I'll have to talk to Fred and George, completely out of hand, don't know what they were thinking..."
Diana smirked as Mrs. Weasley exited, brushing the rest of her hair out.
Mrs. Weasley only favored Diana if she had nothing to do with the mischief involved, which was actually pretty unlikely.
She was probably helping the twins prank Percy, the oldest Weasley brother still living at the Burrow. Of course, this always involved Mrs. Weasley having to write to her Aunt Guinevere, who worked as an Auror, and whose life was extremely busy as it was.
Diana's smirk faded, pulling on a group of tangles near her right shoulder, as she remembered this.
Guinevere (or Gwen for short) was the only real family she had left, even if she was pureblood. Her mother, Carlotta Randall, a famous Auror for the Ministry of Magic, was highly respected, but as Lord Voldemort killed her, she was no help to Diana in any case.
But, what about her father, you might ask? Well, as soon as the Ministry told her what had happened to her parents, all she felt for her father was hate. According to Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, after Diana was born, her father abandoned her mother in cowardice, leaving her to die at the hands of Voldemort.
Diana clenched her fist over the brush, still tugging at the mangle of tangles, at the thought of it.
Ever since she learned that, Diana had been searching for information about that man people called her father. She knew he was alive, and she wanted to make him pay.
But Aunt Gwen and the Ministry refused to tell her anything for exactly that reason, so she never learned her father's name, what he looked like, or anything.
"Diana! Come on down for breakfast!" Mrs. Weasley's voice rang from the bottom of the stairs, interrupting Diana's chain of thoughts.
Diana's head jerked up, causing the brush to rip the group of tangles out. Cursing, Diana threw her brush back into her suitcase, packed for Hogwarts tomorrow, tied her hair back into a black hair tie, and thundered down the stairs into the kitchen.
Mrs. Weasley was serving everyone at the table sausages from the frying pan, and Diana noticed that she gave Fred and George less than half of everyone else.
Diana sat down between Ron and George, who muttered in her ear, "Sorry 'bout that hair stuff, Dare. I have to say it, according to Mum. She thinks we should've filled our heads with that stuff instead of what we call brains. That way, she says, we'd pass our exams."
Diana smirked at that, but muttered, "Nah, that should be saved for the Malfoys, not you."
She saw George smirk too, when Mr. Weasley entered and sat two seats from Diana.
Mr. Weasley worked for the Ministry of Magic like Aunt Guinevere, in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office. It was a part of the Ministry that was created to look into enchanted Muggle objects.
According to Ron, Mr. Weasley was the only person in the office, except for an old guy named Perkins, and according to her Aunt Gwen, it was a very small section at the Ministry.
Although he took his job seriously, Mr. Weasley was obsessed with Muggles, and loved tinkering with their stuff. He took things apart, enchanted the functioning items, and then put it back together again. Diana heard from Fred that he had an enchanted car in his shed, but she had never seen it.
"Good morning, Mr. Weasley," said Diana politely.
"Good morning, Diana," Mr. Weasley responded, holding back a yawn. He probably had been up all night working. "I'll just take tea, Molly dear," said Mr. Weasley when Mrs. Weasley offered him some orange juice.
The teapot was next to Ginny on the other side of the table, but as soon as Mr. Weasley finished saying, "I'll just take tea", it jumped across the table, right into Mr. Weasley's outstretched hand.
He poured some tea for himself, gulped it down, and then said to Diana, "Your Aunt Guinevere told me to tell you to behave yourself at school. She'd be there herself, it's just..."
He paused, his ears going red, as it always did when he was under pressure. This happened a lot to Diana. She suspected it was when the person was almost going to let something slip that he or she shouldn't.
"She's just extremely busy at the Ministry these days," Mr. Weasley said quickly.
/Too quickly,/ Diana thought to herself.
Mr. Weasley's ears were still red, and he looked extremely uncomfortable, but Diana pretended that she didn't suspect anything.
Diana was extremely talented at acting; she used a lot of it on Mrs. Weasley to get the Weasley kids (particularly Fred and George) out of trouble, but Aunt Guinevere warned her last year, so Mrs. Weasley was more calculating with Diana this summer.
"So, Mr. Weasley, how are we going to get to King's Cross tomorrow?" Diana asked to change the subject.
Mr. Weasley seemed relieved that they were now off the topic of Guinevere's work.
"We'll use Floo Powder to get about two blocks away from it, and then walk the rest of the way. Its safer."
"I wish we could just Apperate," George muttered.
"You know you're not of age, and besides, Muggles will be swarming all over," said Mrs. Weasley.
George muttered something under his breath that sounded a lot like curse words to Diana, but luckily Mrs. Weasley pretended to ignore it.
"Now, Diana, I've fixed that rugged old hole in your jeans, so you can wear those tomorrow," Mrs. Weasley said, handing Diana the pair of jeans that she had ripped a knee length out of in a two-on-two game of Quidditch with Fred, Ron, and George.
"And I expect you to treat them well," said Mrs. Weasley, a hint of scorn in her voice, "You rip so many clothes by causing all that mischief."
Diana put on her puppy dog eyes for Mrs. Weasley.
"Now, would I really disobey a direct order from you, Mrs. Weasley?" Diana said innocently, "After all, you do enough work chasing after Fred and George, why would I want to make your job as a mother of seven harder?"
Fred, Ron, George, and even Mr. Weasley smirked, but Percy and Mrs. Weasley didn't find it so amusing.
Percy shot her an I'm-a-Prefect-now-and-I-wouldn't-help-you-if-you-did-this- at-school look, and Mrs. Weasley pursed her lips to make her look as if she had just swallowed a lemon.
"You'd better, dear, and I really hope you drop that innocent act soon, especially before school starts."
"Aw, but Mrs. Weasley, it works so well..." moaned Diana, "Can't I at least use it when I'm really in trouble?"
"No, you'll probably be in trouble so much it won't even matter," said Mrs. Weasley.
Diana sulked onto the table.
Mrs. Weasley was right: Diana was probably first place in the Trouble Making category.
/Unless you count Fred and George,/ Diana corrected herself.
"Can't I go to Hogwarts tomorrow too?" pleaded Ginny for what seemed to Diana the 200th time.
"No," said Mrs. Weasley firmly, "You'll go next year, when you're old enough."
Ginny moped just like Diana.
Fred changed the subject by saying, "So, any of you wanna play Quidditch later?"
Diana lifted her head off the table, her face lighting up.
"Count me in," she said, "I need to beat you again, Fred."
Fred frowned sarcastically.
"Nah, I'm planning to win this time."
Diana smirked.
"You're on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and you can't even beat a first year who has never played on the team before? How sad."
"Well, we're Beaters, not Chasers," injected George indignantly.
"Or Seekers," added Ron, "Two-on-Two games have one Chaser and one Seeker, and you're neither."
"Oh, thanks for the moral support, Ron," said Fred sarcastically.
"Besides, you shouldn't be talking," George added, "You're not a very good Seeker, are you?"
Ron flushed.
"Ron's not bad as Seeker," Diana said, glaring at George, "He's better than you two combined."
Both twins went red, partly with anger, partly with embarrassment.
"Now, now," said Mrs. Weasley, "Stop fighting. It'll ruin the day, especially when we go to Diagon Alley. We need to pick up Diana's school supplies, and I think I'll get the new Lockhart book while I'm there."
Ron, Fred, George, Ginny and Diana all groaned.
Gilderoy Lockhart was an attractive, picture-happy wizard author of about six books now, and there was a rumor that there would be an autobiography about him in a year or two.
Most of his fans were, as Aunt Gwen had told Diana, "smart, but lovesick women who use their eyes instead of their brains to figure out what he's like".
Apparently, Mrs. Weasley was no exception. Diana, on the other hand, thought that Lockhart was a self-centered git who probably got negative number in his O.W.L.s (Ordinary Wizarding Levels).
Diana didn't say anything in protest, though. She just exchanged an Oh- Great look with Ron, and then went back to her sausages.
She was the last one to finish eating her breakfast, and she still had three sausages and half a piece of toast left over.
"Really, Mrs. Weasley, I'm fine," she reassured her when she tried to get her to finish.
Diana barely ate anything at meal times, most unlike the Weasley boys, who ate anything they could get their hands on.
Diana tipped a sausage onto Fred's, George's and Ron's plates, which they devoured in about two seconds, (/New record,/ noted Diana) and let Ginny grab her leftover toast.
[Kitty: End of Chapter one.
Lina: Interesting...
Yugi: When are Seto, Ryou, Marik and I gonna show up?
Kitty: Soon, Yugi, soon. R&R!!!!!