Alecto stared down at the girl. "Well, you better start trying," she said with a snarl of her own. "Do you really think you can keep this up forever?"
She sighed and shook her head as she walked back over to the doorway and leaned against the door with her arms crossed. "You are a slave. This is your life, and you should be grateful, yes grateful, do not interrupt me. You are here to clean, cook maybe. That's it. You're not rotting away in some prison or worse..." She paused, and took another breath, realizing she was repeating herself.
She pulled out her wand, and began twirling it in her fingertips. "I don't want to use this," she said looking straight at the girl. "I take no personal pleasure in causing pain, but I will not be spoken to like that."