"It’s on his other wrist of course," she sneered, finally meeting his eye. Tom was suddenly grateful that she couldn’t hurt him, not physically or in any way that would injure him - he’d left enough bruises along her neck to know that fact - anyway. "And of course it’s Harry’s name," she spat venomously. Tom didn’t understand her anger. "Well," she huffed, crossing the distance between them and yanking his arm forward to grab at his wrist where her name was tattooed, "he has both names now," she snorted.