For the most part, Diana didn't consider herself a dreamer (she was) but there was something about the way that Will looked at her when she entered the room that made her heart swell with expectation and she beamed at him. With his staring at her, she thought he was going to compliment her on her dress - after all, it was new; Tavie had helped her pick it out on their last Hogsmeade trip. Her expression faltered a bit as she saw his expression fall; doubt crept back into her stomach and she laced her fingers together in front of her as she listened to his explanation.

He - he was here about the Daily Prophet? "Oh," She said, momentarily crestfallen before she remembered the events of yesterday. The blood from Miss Gallivan had completely disappeared from her hands, however, she'd had the maids burn the entire outfit. A pity, as it had been one of her favorites, but the sight of blood....was not something she could get out of her mind. "Ah - yes," Merlin help her, if he made her lose this much of her intelligence this early on in the conversation she was in trouble.

Of course, he hadn't just come here to see her and compliment her on her dress. How would he have known she had even acquired a new dress? "Yes, thank you Mr. Abbott!" she said. "I am quite well, as you can see."