I can’t tell you, Narcissa.
I’m glad as well, Bella. Shame we had to threaten our way there.
We are Slytherins, darling, that is what we do.
I know more then you think I do, and more then just about you. But I’ll keep my mouth shut, if you do the same with yours.
I’m glad we could reach a common sense.
Mindless presumptions from that retarded brain of his. Nothing you should corcern yourself about.
I have barely talked to her since, since, that Potter boy. I only recently started talking to her. And I rather be crawling after her then some uprising dark wizard… that’s right Bella, I know, and I suggest you stay quiet unless you want me bringing this up, in converstation with Rodolphous.
You don’t know anything. Otherwise I’m afraid I will have to find entertainment elsewhere. Perhaps pretty little mudblood Evans? She is pretty, isn’t she? Now, we wouldn’t want an unfortunate accident involving that gorgeous face. You never know, perhaps a tumble by the dark lake, or an unwanted meeting with one of the beasts they keep in that forest.
Let me make this clear for you, Snivellus. You say anything, I will personally make sure said accident occours.
Proud is your quality, Bella. No, it hasn’t. And I do not chase her.
Of course you do. You run around by her feet, sniffing and following like a little puppy, hopelessly longing for the slightest attention.
Such a sad world we live in.
I know you do, my kindness know no bounds.
You seem proud of it.
Has your kindness recently caused any effects on that Gryffindor’s pants you chase oh so tirelessly?
No, Bella, just being, your wonderful, bitch of Black, self.
I love it when you sweet talk.