It felt bizarre to be sitting at a table sipping at tea with Hannah discussing their children. Certainly that was an experience she'd yet to have before with other women she knew. Not only because she had no desire to discuss children, hers or anyone else's, but because very few witches in their society had ever been truly accepting and kind to her. Not that she could blame them for their wariness and suspicion. She had seduced many of their husbands for her own gains. The sudden guilt she felt at being such a rubbish friend over the years struck her deeply right in the chest. While she'd been more than aware growing up that there was a large number of people who despised her, she'd learned to almost take solace in being hated as an adult. Madam Dolohov wasn't a feared persona in the regime for no good reason.