She sighed heavily, Rodolphus was probably right. Killing an elf in front of the brat would do no good. Not if the boy would some day be out of her hair. But Bellatrix did want to have some fun, somehow. And if she couldn't harm the boy, she had to go after someone. Downing the rest of her first glass, Bellatrix looked back to her husband. "It isn't, what then, do you suggest?" She questioned.
It wasn't just the child which was getting to her. Yes his constant screaming had something to do with it, and thankfully she'd been able to make him take the potion. But if even her husband wasn't feeling comfortable with their wards, that too worried her. Threats she could handle, in fact they amused her, but not knowing why their wards weren't working bothered her just as much as having the child in the house.