"Against the dark arts, as in...not practising them, and thinking it's a bit wrong." Diabolica bowed her head. "And I respect that--many people do not care for black magic." Her eyes flashed red but then she calmed herself. 'She's a friend,' she thought. "Someone has never stopped me and in fact, I may even be capable of hexing that 'someone' into a pulp. Anyhow. I have never had a boyfriend and possibly never will. I have a few friends. That's really it." she suddenly realized how...lonely her life had been. She only had a few friends (but those she had she cared for deeply), and no boyfriend. Heck, most first years had a boyfriend and more people they hung out with. She shook her head after a moment of staring off into space and sighed.

ooc-- Sorry, Diabolica's being an emo kid right now. She's just been through a lot...