"She stared at me and then said, "You have a lot on your mind don't you? I have some things to tell you. No more lies right, I assume you want to know... if there has been others, besides daddy?"I chuckled, "From that little intro, obviously there have been."She dropped her eyes and just nodded."Very many?" I asked.She blushed and asked, "How many is many?" Is it over a dozen?" No no of course not."I smiled, "More than six?"She shook her head to indicate no, then said, "three," and she looked at. "Are you going to tell me what's going on?" Nothing's going on. I'm just going to get breakfast." You woke me to tell me you're going to get breakfast. And yet you're still in your pyjamas." It was a spur of the moment thing." Most excuses are," Elspeth noted, archly. Then her expression softened a little. "Will you please talk to me?" About what?" Well, I'm guessing about surgery." Briana stopped in the middle of the room, staring intently at her fingers for a minute."You said you didn't think. They just gave her dirty looks but she just seemed to ignore them. People regularly played Quidditch in which Ron and Harry joined in a lot and usually won thanks to Harry's seekers skill.Three days before the wedding Harry and Ron were lying in bed talking when they heard the door creak open. Harry looked and Gabrielle was standing there. "Can I sleep in here tonight? Fleur and Bill are keeping me up with all that moaning." she said to Harry. He said sure why not and she made herself a little. He stood there quietly, lost in thought, for a minute or two. ‘I guess it’s OK. I’m gonna have to think about it a while, I guess. I hope I’ll get used to it. God, I don’t know what I’d do if Mom and I weren’t getting along.’ ‘You will,’ Dianna said. ‘You love your Mom and she loves you.’ Rick smiled. ‘How late are your folks going to be?’ he asked her. Dianna shrugged. ‘Ah…well, the way it’s…it’s snowing, my Dad will probably be out all night,’ she said. ‘And Mom doesn’t get off until seven.’.