"Rolling in shit again, I see," she commented, unmoved by his school-level insults. She went where her interest took her, and for now, it circled around his pathetic little enterprise. The scion of the great & noble House of Black now on his knees dealing with backed up sewers and faulty wiring...oh, how the mighty had fallen. She was quite amused with his situation, happily imagining his utter cunt of a mother turning in her grave. She hadn't quite forgotten how Walburga Black had sent her a Howler for an encounter she had had with him back in the day, calling her a whore and worse. She had wanted to kill herself. But that was then. And this was now. She was no longer a desperate girl trying to find hollow saviours.
"Unlike you, I get my work done one way or the other," she said, running a finger down the surface of the bar and flicking off the dirt with a disgusted look on her face. "You don't have to give me an interview. Technically I can just use what you wrote in the journals. I just came here to see what exactly this place is about. Aren't you severely off schedule and utterly failing to make any sense of anything in here?"