Fighting back a rage of her own at the sound of Kreacher's name, Tonks looked down as she answered. "Yes, he owned Kreacher as well, but Kreacher's washing pans in the Hogwarts kitchens now. Right where he belongs."
She cast another spell as they rounded the corner. "And there you go with that halfbreed thing again. Do the insults get any more original as the time goes by?" Tonks asked. She wrinkled her nose in concentration as she shifted her feature's to match the young Bellatrix and took on the girl's voice as well.
"Nymphadora, you're a dirty halfbreed and a disgrace to the Black name. Your mum is a blood traitor and your father's a mudblood. All of that talent is wasted on someone as unpure as you are." Shaking her head, she put her hands on her hips and looked at her aunt with a smirk. "See how absolutely tiring that is to hear?"