"Did you know I don’t care for useless comments?"
"You just say sometimes you just ‘say stuff.’ That doesn’t sound very purposeful to me."
Yes, but you’d think I’d look good in anything.
"Hey listen here the necks victim pun is almost as flawless as I am. How could not- I just-" he shook his head strutting away. ((Iamsosorryforhim))
"So, incredibly and extremely flawed, then?" Bellatrix arched a brow.
"…I don’t belong to anyone, Cissy. I am your sister. I don’t think that’s the same as being a thing that can be owned."
"Well people do like ta talk. I think I've only met one other person whose rap was as crazy as yours. He's still in my head, but tha's another matter. What I really wan' ta know is, what happens when dark wizards mess up?" As soon as she said it, Wolf realised it wasn't a very well worded inquiry.
"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."
"Ehm, jus' wanted ta know who ya are. It's my job ta dig. Or rather, my side job. More like a hobby. Oh well, I did. And it was in'eresting." Wolf smirked.
"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…"
Her face scrunches up. "Oh Merlin. Tell me that isn't yours." She cringed more. "Or Voldemort's."
"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."