She kept stirring the pasta figuring Dora would tell her when it was done. It annoyed her in a lot of ways how easy it was to talk to the other witch. It shouldn't have been so easy. She was a half blood, someone that should never have been allowed to learn magic let alone become an Auror. Wallburga would say it was the state of the Ministry these days and it seemed nearing 30 years in the future it had only gotten worse.
"I just know that he's right. I know you'll never understand it. And its not your fault, its Andromeda's...and the fault of that boy. I was always taught that he shouldn't have even been allowed into Hogwarts at all. Magical Learning should be kept in all magical families" she repeated almost like a mantra "That's what the Dark Lord would say. I mean I am a Black at the end of the day, Toujours Pur."
She sounded more earnest and fervored than snooty. In many ways it wasn't Bellatrix's fault what she believed, only her fault that she was so unwilling and unwanting to change. She didn't have whatever spark had made Sirius and Andromeda and occasional other Blacks throughout their line pull away from the beliefs long held. And her head had been turned at a very young age by Lord Voldemort.
"I'm sorry..." she said with a shrug "I just know that he was right, the way he talked Dora, it was amazing. He just...he knew, It was like he could see into my heart and he knew just who I was"