Throughout this time Bella had been silent allowing the drink to blur all thoughts of pessimism until she heard what Rodolphus said and opened her eyes staring at the floor, her half finished tumbler was cupped between her hands, "It's my fault," she mumbled almost inaudibly, "It's that Black blood in her, it poisons the minds of my family makes them think unclearly," she lifted one hand and the heal of her palm rested between her forehead and the bridge of her nose. She gave a tiny whimpering sob, her other hand held the tumbler in a tight grip her hand shook slightly.