"A mudblood the Dark Lord has developed an interest in. You missed the meeting discussing this contest because you wanted to be a bitch. What happens in the future if she wins and wants to come back here for some beloved trinket, only that trinket doesn't exist because some psycho bitch destroyed it while she was throwing a wobbly." Her eyes narrowed angrily, "No, Bella, I let you do that once and we spent fourteen years in Azkaban for it. Fourteen years we could have been preparing for his return like Lucius and Thoros. This time when you fuck up, you fuck up alone."