"Is that a compliment, Theodore?" Daphne wanted to laugh. What girl didn't like to get complimented every once in a while?
Daphne rolled her eyes at the mention of the youngest Weasley, the slightest sneer curled on her lips as her nose wrinkled in disgust. "Filth. The whole lot of them. Honestly, someone needs to be put a law against them procreating. How many bloody children do they have? Far too many to afford. The youngest has to be the worse of them all, though, unless you count the mudblood loving sidekick who only aspires to be a sidekick." Shuddering, Daphne shook her head, "Someone really ought to put them all out of their misery."