Diana flushed with anger at first, then just... blushed furiously, rather, at the idea that children had been forced into the same life she lived now -- apparently without complaint, either! Still, though, James came to her rescue when she was too tongue-tied to answer Aberforth's accusations of being too stupid to make it into one Death Eater's bed as his mistress. She gave him another squeeze with the arm around his shoulders, in gratitude. "Yes, exactly! I mean, the Death Eaters don't even want to trust me that well! Why, I'm never even invited to their houses for our... business! I am an AUROR, after all...! And I swear, sir, as soon as I'm free of those bastards -- my melodramatic streak will just... disappear! I mean, it's NOT SOMETHING I've ALWAYS lived with! As I said before, I am an AUROR!"
No, it was Bozo on her mind these days; Bozo, who had obviously gone off to God-knows-where -- possibly his own grave! Certainly he was no longer working with SKEETER; that wretched woman had taken to writing her column in the journals, without a sensational photographer to provide her with visual... sensations! Diana's smile slid off of her face, like a mask being removed to reveal her true, gloomy countenance.