"Is he?" said Bellatrix without a hint of genuine interest. "If that was a threat,it is a poor one…" Bellatrix folded her arms. "I’m a witch. And I find the term ‘dark’ to be terribly one sided. They’re called the ‘dark arts’ when the only distinction is the people who choose to use them are usually the ones who are trying to expand and push the limits of what we can do with our power."
"I’ll assume it was. People seem to enjoy talking about me whether I’ve done something or not…And they like to exaggerate just as eagerly."
"Oh…it’s the cheery one again…"
You’re not unattractive.
"It’s none of your business, but no, it isn’t,"said Bellatrix awkwardly rocking the baby like it was an explosive she didn’t want to go off. "Get out."
"Not particularly, but go ahead."
Bellatrix didn’t point out that a mother’s opinion could be very biased,”Work hard. It won’t be as easy to convince others later.”
"The Black family has had it’s share of beauties. I’d argue your mother fits that ideal and others’ ideal more.Do you want to know a secret, Aurora?"
No, but I suppose I don’t have any choice.
"How can I sound like someone I constantly fought with?She’s mother. I don’t want to BE her."