His question was demeaning and infuriating. As if she truly wanted those girls to turn out just like her! That had been one of the worst parts of being a parent in her experience. The fear that her son would one day become a mixture of the worst parts of her and the worst parts of Antonin was enough to keep her awake at night. What kind of human being had she brought into the world? Would she one day see him and be ashamed of who he had become? She desperately hoped that he was meeting the right people at Hogwarts, the kind of people who would make him question whether or not he should be like his parents, but she knew it was a futile hope. She'd already seen him around his mates. He was proud to be a Dolohov, proud of who his parents were. Much like Draco Malfoy had been so obnoxious when he was young, he probably strutted around the castle like he owned it.