Astoria fixed her with a withering glare. Just her ring? Did everyone around her think she was a moron? "I know what was in the box," she replied coolly, her eyes fixed on the Auror's face.
It still sickened her that he'd done that to her baby girl - and that he intended to do worse to her. Her façade cracked slightly as those thoughts rose up in her mind again, and she turned her eyes away to regain her composure.
To put the mask back on.
To be a fucking Malfoy.
She thought she'd known what she was marrying into. Clearly, that was not the case, and she was done with it. When she got her baby back, she was done, completely.