"I didn't say that it wasn't your job. I didn't say that you weren't used to it. I know all of that," she answered. "I asked whether it got to you," she said, softly while she ran her fingers through his hair, playing with it.
Marlene understood the desire to do what your parents wanted. It was a very common wish no matter the background. "I'm glad you're with us, and not just because you're handsome. I get to annoy another man, which is always a plus, but I'm glad that you're choosing for yourself, even if those choices are forced by circumstances."
She smiled. "Well, thank you. You're very kind, Sir," she said, chuckling. "However, I didn't say powerful. I said honourable. I wouldn't spit on Voldemort if he were on fire, despite of his power." She shrugged. "My bloodlines gave me even more notoriety when I didn't need it. 'Look at her, can you believe it, such a good family and she's a bastard, the mother never did get married, and she's got such loose morals'. I've heard it all, and I'm sure they were worse because people knew my family. I don't regret anything, though. I had the best mum in the world. She could whip you into shape without breaking a nail, just a housewife, a single mother, and yet, she was on his list. I came back from the day they killed us. We were in our garden, getting ready for my birthday. We always had a party fort it. They arrived before the guests, or there would have been a lot more dead people. I saw my mother die and then I woke up here." She sighed, and looked at him. "You won't be the one to do the killing; you've made the right choice."