"Still, it helps to be appreciated for what you do. I'm impressed by your work. Let me know if you need any backing, social or financial, in the future."
Antonin sighed and crossed his arms as he leaned back against the wall next to the door. "Morag or I come up against Rab or Lisa and they run away. Roddy tries to match me with sword and Dark Magic and ends up running away himself. Funny how that has gone lately. Without a band of rabble to do their dirty work, none of that lot amount to much of a threat. And, their rabble has definitely been of lower quality of late. Morag complains about how hard it is to get a good fight from them any more."
"Poor Bella went from merely dangerous crazy to mean crazy in Azkaban; I think Rodolphus has gone the same way. When we had dinner together, oh, I think it was a year or so ago, Rod had a bit of that Voldemort madness about him. You know, the 'I'm right and you're wrong and that gives me the right to kill or enslave you' sort of craziness that Tom was so good at in the worst of his delusions."
"I haven't underestimated, or feared, either, any of that lot for some years. I have gone back and forth between pity and a rather intense dislike for the Lestrange family since Tom died. If they would stay mad little rats in their ugly little holes, I'd be inclined to live and let live. But they've tried to kill me for some ten years, and have hurt and killed people I care about. If Rod or Rab had the decency left to respond as gentlemen, I'd call them out on the field of honor. Since that is not to be, we shall have to continue to hunt them down."