Why would I tell you if it’s something I’m afraid to admit? I’m not afraid of much.
I’ll find out about her. Don’t worry. I just hope it’s not another Auror. That was tricky—especially when she had moved in.
As I said, it depends on my mood. *arches a brow* Is that why he’s been fretting?It’s annoying.
Whatever affection I may have had for someone I once called cousin was long gone by that point. Filthy traitor.
You duel to kill unless you have a motive for keeping someone alive.That doesn’t mean I’m above drawing it out for my own enjoyment.
Narcissa. She has better control of her temper and she’s been so much stronger than she gives herself credit for…
Muggles in their rightful place. Greyfaces out of my face.
Or have Andromeda returned to us.And the screams chased away from my head.
*narrows eyes* To greyfaces it’s Madame Lestrange…
Green. Cats? I can identify with their more independent attitude towards life. I intend to continue to honor the cause. I want to see muggles in their rightful place serving their betters. I see no reason why we should have to hide what we are and what we can do. It’s a mercy they do not deserve when they would sooner burn us all at the stake or bomb us or try to kill us given the chance.
Do you have a hard time knowing when to stop talking?
White chocolate isn’t actually chocolate. I prefer dark chocolate. Milk chocolate is not altogether terrible.
How many? That would be bragging.My reputation can speak for itself.
I have a crocodile. His name is Thrash.Would you like meet him?
*snarls* That blood-traitor bitch was right in this case. You shouldn’t pester me.I tire of your questions.Go away before I introduce you to my pet.
I do know that. I also know my husband wouldn’t be pleased you’re commenting on such a fact.—Madame Lestrange
Does she? I think I would’ve remembered someone like that.
No, I don’t. What kind of name is that?