"I know, sweet, I know-- though really, I'm a bit surprised that you can bond to my wand...! I mean, dragon's heartstring is supposd to be a rather Dark core...!" Diana chirped this out easily, as if she were unafraid of being labelled as a Dark wizard by her friend. Most likely he wouldn't, in fact; he was far too fond of her to push her away in such a fashion-- particularly now that she was feeding him! "And-- please, love, JUST TAKE IT if you need it! I mean, you'll be within shouting distance if I need you-- and it-- back, right?"
And then there was a long moment of silence-- for the Longbottoms, as well as anyone else slaughtered by the Death Eaters-- like Diana's former colleagues at the Ministry. And yet she had been spared-- for this existence! Granted, she lived comfortably enough, and she had the boy she had once adored under her roof, but still... It was a half-life, really. Her eyes welled up a little at this thought, which of course made it harder to read the newspaper she picked up, to survey the article on the Longbottoms.
"...Well, if it is true," she finally answered James hollowly, "they aren't telling the TRUTH about it to the press! I mean, they're claiming that the TERRORISTS COMMITTED SUICIDE in custody!" Her curiously blank tone became more livid as she went on. "I mean, REALLY? They'd LEAVE THEIR SON to the MERCY of those BASTARDS? I don't THINK SO...! They MUST have been--" She couldn't bring herself to say the word, though; she instead began sobbing, quietly, into her hand.