"The Mudblood and the Blood Traitor. Yes, I look forward to the day I am introduced to that pair." The girl was obviously useless, but watching her squirm had its own amusement.
Until she mentioned Dementors.
Bella's eyes narrowed and the tip of her wand dug into the girl's throat. "Few are they that appreciate the cool touch of the Soul-eaters." The only good thing about the creatures is that they obeyed, more or less, her Lord. If she never saw one again, she would not weep for the loss.
"I think you should try to learn more about Potter. Ask your little friends. Bat your pretty eyes at those who might have the latest gossip." She leaned closer, close enough to feel the girl's panicked breath against her face. "You never know when we might meet again. It will not go well for you if I ask about the boy a second time and you have nothing useful to offer me."