"Oh, I know that, sweetie," Diana responded, still sounding rather weepy. "Still, though-- they might have been spared once they were caught -- that is, had Voldem-- YOU-KNOW-WHO," she practically shrieked out the title, desperately afraid of mistakenly finishing his proper name, as if it were Taboo. Perhaps, in fact, it was; how else would Voldemort have tracked just WHO wasn't afraid of him, who might defy him, after all? "Sorry -- had You-Know-Who not been so brassed off about their defiance of Him...!" She smiled sadly, with her lower lip still wibbling a bit, at James's attention to her cheek. "It's fine, sweet; I mean, you're dirty, and I hugged you, after all...!"
Eoin could be forgiven for not noticing his flatmates, because Diana, truthfully, was too wrapped up in her own misery at the news to even notice that he had entered the room! She jumped, in fact, when he spoke. "OH!" she gasped out when she saw just who the "intruder" was. "Finn! Sorry, I-- didn't see you come in," she finished stupidly. Well, of course she hadn't seen him before, or she wouldn't have jumped so! "Sorry, what did you say, again?"