"You couldn't be more right. It's a sad existence I've been reduced to, speaking to Weasleys as if I cared." Bellatrix shuddered in disgust. "To think I'm trying to help a Weasley... reproduce."
That thought really was disturbing. There were going to be more of the things. They truly were cockroaches. You killed one - you finally killed one - and another replaced it just as quickly. Bellatrix shook her head. What had she been reduced to? What was she trying to accomplish? Scaring the French woman was all very well and good, but the fact she was even here speaking to her was shameful.
Without another glance at the woman, Bellatrix left to think.