Dora nodded, making a face. "I know. Fortunately I never was that crazy. And don't rather fancy having you kill me, so... don't worry." She reached over and squeezed his hand in promise. Truth be told, perhaps she was that crazy, but she loved her husband and knew that any scheme she cooked up out of that idea would probably worry him into an early grave. That was one thing she had no desire to be responsible for.
With a sigh, she rubbed her injured arm gently. It would be fun having a nice reminder of Bella on her body for the rest of her life once that scarred. Though the image Remus conjured up in her mind was certainly amusing. "Bella cooing to anything... that's just disturbing," she commented. Dora didn't think she was much fit to raise children either, but she imagined she'd do a much better job than Bellatrix Lestrange.
"Maybe we should talk about something else," she said after a moment of silence. Her eyes glanced over to his desk in the corner of the room and she saw the questionnaire there. "Not that Umbridge is much of a topic either..."