A car? Lily should have said sooner. Belvina knew what one of those was. When Stephen had taken her to the Muggle world she had seen plenty of them and didn't like them one little bit. They were too big, too noisy and too dirty for her liking. "Like a train?" she asked, feigning a lack of knowledge. "They have engines, don't they? I hope they aren't as smoky as the Hogwarts Express."
"Well, Regulus is a Black. I don't doubt that he and Sirius were taught spells they should never have known," Belvina replied without any haughtiness. It was true and the Dark Arts ran in their blood whether they chose to admit it or not. Belvina was yet to come across a Black who didn't show an affinity for it. "Perhaps I should speak to Regulus and see if the curriculum can become more varied. I know first-hand that the Death Eaters outside of these walls use the Unforgiveables for entertainment, let alone battle."
"It was necessary," She dismissed any thought of being kind. She had wanted to be compassionate, yes, but Belvina didn't think she was capable of kind. "I thought it best that others did not hear before he considering he is a figure head of the resistance. I trusted Regulus to pass on the news."