But why tempt fate, Dora wanted to know. There was no point in it.
"I'd never think it wasn't just as hard for you," she said softly, almost feeling guilty as she thought about her father. But much of this was fueled by his death. She'd no desire for her mother to share the same fate. She knew it was just as dangerous for herself, but she worried more about her mum. "I just don't want to go through it again. It's the last thing I even want to picture happening."
She sighed. "It's not that I doubt your talents, mum. I just think that Bella's been doing this longer than you have, she's crazier than you are, and she lets that Black temper control her about ten times more than you do. And that's all a compliment to you, believe me, but even with that being the case I don't feel good with you putting yourself out in the open for her to get at you," she said, nearly pleading with her mum.
"I love you and I like you here. In Hogsmeade. Out of Aunt Bella's reach."