Alecto grinned wolfishly, mouth full of potatoes, as though that were exactly the answer she had been looking for. "Ammie’s got a soft spot for her," she preened. "Thinks she’s pretty. For a mudblood, I mean. I don’t see it—mudbloods are all filth, y’know. But Alecto would love a go at her. He likes getting his hands dirty. Same as you, I reckon." 