Bella turned back to look at her nephew closely. Jumping to conclusions. She made another "hmm" sound and nodded, accepting it. Who was there to fall in love with on this island? A vast majority of it was Weasleys and Potters, and from her research, she knew that no self-respecting pureblood would dare be caught with them, let alone fall in love with one of them.
They were practically as bad as mudbloods.
Bellatrix had been straightening a jar, but her hand paused at his words. Just for a fraction of a second, but it still happened. "Yes, for severe cases. If it was minor...You would be punished accordingly," she said, straightening and turning to face him once more. With a few strides, she was back at the counter, a smile back on her face. "I do hope that whatever I may say to you would stay between us. I don't think everyone on the island needs to know how our family works." She raised her eyebrows him, her hands resting on the counter. He wouldn't disappoint her in the reaction she wanted, she hoped.