Delilah Jones stared down at her pretty sparkly shoelaces. They were a gift from her brother. His name had been Cederic Diggory and he had sent them to her from one of his trips to Scotland. They were very close, and looked very alike. He had been named Diggory, after her father and she had been named Jones, her mother's maiden name. He knew that she loved funny muggle shoes and had brought back a pair from every trip he had made. He loved Scotland, sometimes she wished that someday she could visit it too, see the place that her beloved dead brother had loved so much.
Cederic had been one of the first casualties of Voldemort after he had returned. Delilah had had to hear all the gossip and rumors for months. Her having a different last name had spared her some, but not enough that it didn't hurt still, every waking and sleeping moment.
For the first time since she had first learned of his death Delilah felt okay. She was practically skipping as she skipped down to potions with her best friend, Hillbilly Jenkins (Hillbilly's parents were against stereotyping so they named her that even though they thought she was going to be a proper English person, they were wrong, she turned out to be a hillbilly).
"Hahahahahahah! I feel so happy and alive! Youth and joy are running through my veins!" jubilated Delilah!
"Cat's Fiddlestickestnest! That shor' are swellestnest ain't it!" said Hillbilly (Sorry for the Stereotyping, but that is how HillBilly talks).
It was a very special day. It was her birthday! She had received many wrapped presents that she had decided to wait to open until after potions class. Opening presents was her second favorite hobby, after being with her brother.
Delilah never knew of the horrible fate that awaited her in Potions that day.
