“Usually,” Clara conceded. “Though, there has even been the rare case that someone of another house makes a fool of one of ours. Potter and Malfoy come to mind.” Potter’s ways were hardly subtle but it was hard to deny that Malfoy looked the fool much more often in their conflicts than Potter did.
“You don’t think it does?” Clara inquired. “Can’t a woman play the role in public and hold the same secrets behind closed doors? You think Pureblood men are naïve enough to think that doesn’t happen?” She paused. “Let me rephrase. You think most Pureblood men are naïve enough to think that doesn’t happen?”
“Bombs usually tick,” Clara observed. “I am astute so I am confident I will hear the ticking before anything explodes,” she said, seemingly unafraid by how Muggle-sounding her example was.