Dora did her best not to falter when he converted the sum for her. Gods, was this what it felt like to be a Black?
Instead, her lips pursed and her eyes steeled as she pulled at the zipper. "You act I'm not already," she muttered under her breath. Low self esteem was only one side effect of the permanent downward spiral her mood seemed to be in of late.
"I don't want you subjected to any bloody inspections, and I don't want your information down in any of her stupid books she can get to whenever she'd like. It's wrong." she said. The only thing that would have made it worse was a stamp of her foot. "This is how it started at Hogwarts that year... and it only got worse from there. But this time, Dumbledore's not going to come through and save the day."