"Your life, much like your threats, is worth nothing, you pathetic Mudblood," Izabella replied, taking another long drag. "These are good," she said, eyeing her cigarette appraisingly. "I believe you smoke too, sometimes, to alleviate stress? I bet lighting one now would help you." A cruel smile. "This must be very unpleasant for you. To be left with nothing but the craving." She replaced the pack in her pocket and gave a small moan. "Don’t be happy about that sound, Zabini, it was for the benefit of the drug, not a compliment to you," she added, kicking him away. "Honestly,