A/N- This was originally written for LJ's fma_fic_contest Prompt 160, Writer's Block. Warnings: Spoiler if you don't know about Roy's alchemic training. Fluff. Fma is not mine. I just borrow it from Arakawa, once in awhile.

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She refused to call it a diary. That's what the idiotic snooty girls at school called their logs. Even at twelve-years-old, Riza felt that the things she put in her journal should be more substantive than Bonnie is a total harlot. And nicer.

She had decided to record things she learned in school. (But not when one of the girls threw a Slurpee at her.) She didn't have a social life to write about, because she had so much to do at home. In some ways, she enjoyed the solitude, but her journal was terribly boring. She'd tried to spice it up with opinions on politics to no avail. So, she stopped writing in it at all.

Her father did not give her much notice. He said that they would have two visitors tomorrow and that she should prepare tea and snacks for them. (She and her father would not partake.) The guests would be a woman and her 14-year-old nephew. The boy was a potential student.

Shoot! The cost of the tea would come from their food budget. It meant less for them. Her father had had a couple of prior students, and they had been nearly as bad as the popular girls at school. At least they never lasted long.

Riza answered the door. The woman wore a lot of makeup and jewelry, and dead foxes ringed her neck. The boy was extremely cute. He looked Xingese, or part, with tousled black hair and dark eyes. Riza did not usually care about cute.

"I'm Master Hawkeye's daughter. Please come in."

The boy smiled and looked like he was going to speak, but a look from the woman shut him up. He rolled his eyes and then winked at Riza. Astonishingly, she found his actions charming.

Usually she busied herself elsewhere, but today she listened in from the hall. After a while, she heard, "Roy, leave the room." Before she could react, he nearly collided with her.

"Sorry, Miss Hawkeye!" he whispered. "My aunt is trying to talk your father into taking me on as a student. Would that be alright with you?"

"I suppose so," she replied, reluctantly.

"Great! I wouldn't want to disrupt your life." Then he asked her if and what she liked to read.

"I'm Riza," she said before she told him what she liked. It was quite easy to chat with him.

"Riza, you have a week to prepare the room across from yours. Mr. Mustang is going to stay with us, on a trial basis, of course." He gave the boy one of his scary faces. (He had several.) The boy merely said, "I hope that I will not disappoint anyone."

The Mustangs soon left. That night, she opened her journal for the first time in over a month.

Today was actually an interesting day. Things may become a little more entertaining around here, very soon.

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A/N- I crossed over to the dark side last week, but I am back to the fluffies this week. Thanks for reading. I hope that you enjoyed. Reviews are good for my diet. Please help me! ;) Take care.