"Those who try to live forever through magical means usually end up corrupt, empty, pathetic shells of their former selves. The proof stands right in front of me," Orla said darkly. While she was quite loyal to the Lestranges, she had never felt the connection that Mrs. Lestrange seemed to have had to Lord Voldemort. It was how described those who lived forever that matched how she'd seen the idea of Lord Voldemort. Not that she would have ever said as such to any of his inner circle.
"You were a Gryffindor before. Perhaps annoying as all else, but at least you were human." She gave him a simple and elegant shrug.
"Honeydukes is the only steady supply of chocolate in Hogsmeade. Of course I've been shopping there," she said with a roll of her eyes. "And I've no idea why you think I'd be talking to your brother at any extended length at any rate. He seems fine, I suppose. You could always go ask him yourself." Though, no, no he really couldn't, she expected. It made her smrik.