After a few moments, sitting in the now destroyed classroom, she managed to cool her anger, though she could not allow it to completely ebb away. The problem was that the insults hurt more because there was a grain of truth to them. She was lesser known than Albus, and she had no title. Somewhat for her own amusement, she often took Polyjuice's potion when it came to having portraits painted or photos taken for the newspapers, and she rarely spoke publicly anymore. She cared very little for the running of magical affairs and was grateful Albus had taken responsibility for the councils and administrative institutions that went into running an empire. What also irked her was that she had not been there to protect her brother. While she was the younger of the two, she had always felt, being the more intelligent and ruthless of the two, that it was her responsibility to look after her brother, protecting him from external dangers. She had failed in that charge for the first time yesterday. It would not happen again.