Hmph. Brainless and useless. At least she'd not snared a proper British Wizard. She was welcome to her bloodtraitor.
They would, after all, be dealt with soon enough.
Dolores wrinkled her nose and set her tea aside. What lovely imagery. "I am certain Molly Weasley is a saint in dowdy clothing," she said dryly. "If you have nothing further to offer, Mrs. Weasley, you may go. For now."