She was young enough that Voldemort was just starting to be part of her life. She knew who he was but he was more talked about in hushed tones but she planned to take the Dark Mark when she graduated and serve because that was her expectation as a Black. Her father might not have had a son but in her he had a warrior. Rodolphus' bit of information would be devastating for her mostly because she hated losing. Given time she would probably grow more upset about the rest of it as well.
He pushed away from the tree and was suddenly like solid steel in motion. Bella held her ground, raising her chin to look up at him. His words hurt a bit more than she would even admit to herself. She felt very alone but then again, Blacks were always alone. They had to count on themselves. He was right. She didn't know him at all but he apparently knew her. His last statement brought a small smile to her face and she held eye contact with him. "You don't scare me Rodolphus. You never have."
That wasn't entirely true. He often scared the living shit out of her, but she liked it. She wondered if he considered them still married.