"No, she needs to hear this." Bilquis gives a pointed look at Druella, her blue eyes still round and sympathetic. And then her gaze is turned on Hermione, so sharp, so filled with reprimand. Hermione feels herself shudder under her dark eyes. "The freedom you have experienced, the long leash Magnus has provided you, has been paid for by the sweat and blood of your mother, her mother, and the many women before them. We don’t just throw silly parties, and gossip, and worry about our beauty. We are the thread that holds this society together. It is our blood, our lives. A man can exist without a wife, but no one can exist without a mother." 