"Yes," Millicent said flatly. "Every pureblood loves the Death Eaters. We all enjoy torturing, maiming killing and otherwise pissing on other people, who are, naturally, a lower spieces."
She was so sick of that assumption. Nobody in this world would believe that it had nothing to do with blood or supremacy, but somehow she couldn't help but defending herself. Or her friends, was more like it.
"I don't care what you want," she added, almost as an afterthought. She didn't particularly care about that bit right now, it wasn't the least bit important. "It's not my responsibilty to be aesthically pleasing. To anyone, least of all you."