"I’m extorting her because I need the money, you privileged, pureblood fool. I wouldn’t expect you to know the value of a galleon, given you were born with a silver spoon up your arse, but not all of us have the luxury of family vaults to fall back on. Do you have any idea how much a dress robe costs, even one from last season? Of course you don’t. Why would you? You fell back half a century in time and immediately had Lord and Lady Potter falling all over themselves to provide for you.