"I don't like anything you're doing!" the father roared, trembling every time he heard his son calmly articulate his violent thoughts. It reminded him of certain Dark Wizards from the past. "That girl should leave you. I don't know if you're just using her as a front or hoping to irritate me as well. You know I don't want you associating with that family! I don't want any contact with them, and not only you go out with a Weasley, but you even allowed her to invite me to dinner! You must have had a great time when she told me that!"