Dora nodded. She was more dangerous than most to cross in that fashion, especially since she'd had issues during the war, some of which she remembered and some of which she didn't. Blaise had always respected her lines, back when she had less of them, at least, and he was a staunch supporter. Sometimes she wondered how things might have gone if she'd been with him when her life had exploded out of her control.
She snorted softly. "Darling, these days I'm virtually surrounded by 'puffs," she told him. "They're really not that bad. I spent a lot of time with all the Houses at school, anyway." Her expression held gentle amusement. She sort of understood his opinion, but she'd had her House held against her so many times that she tried not to do it anymore. It did happen, of course, but ...