Who: Ariana, and Gellert!
Where: The Dumbledore houssse
When: Tuesday afternoon
What: Ariana would like to know who on earth this is and why she hasn't met him before.

It was terribly boring in her room. Ariana hated staying there. But Albus said it was best, and Aberforth visited her often, and sometimes she snuck out to his room. It was the same as ever, and there was just nothing to do. At least she had that little journal to write in and talk to the fictional people in it. Ariana was not entirely sure they were real people. Apart from Albus. She knew he was real. But all the rest were probably just made up. A new, special kind of book.

But even if they weren't real people, they certainly said the most horrible things. Ariana had shivered when she read about Albus. People saying those things about him! She didn't understand, and it made her scared. And then the lamp had burst, and she was so startled. How had it happened? Things didn't just burst on their own! Ariana had tried to touch the pieces, but ended up cutting her finger, and that made her upset some more, and everything she touched sent a jolt through her. It was not fun.

Ariana could just not stay in here anymore. She fled from her room, thundering down the stairs. "Albus," She called, peeking her head round the corner to see if he was in the next room. She didn't want him to scold her. And she needed to ask him why there was a stranger in their home, and why he hadn't asked if that was alright, because what if the stranger hated her? That would just never do. Ariana fiddled with the skirts of her dress and frowned horribly. It was not a fun day, she was very sure of that, at least.