"Well." Dora pointed her wand up at another streetlight. "I suppose people can't say I didn't try. Your loss anyway, and s'not as if it matters to me." She could say that now and try to act as if it didn't matter to her and as if they weren't actually family when it came down to things.
She scrubbed a hand through her green hair, turning it back to brown with various highlights of pink and blue. She shifted when she was frustrated or annoyed, and she was both now. Her hair was the simplest and most dignified way of expressing that, as she had no desire to show her aunt how good she was at pig-nosing herself.
"We should talk about something else," she said finally, a glare setting in on her face. "Or not at all. I'm an Auror... we're not going to see eye to eye, even as-- ugh, even as... relatives."