Eyebrows raising slightly, Layla took a moment to survey the boy before her, wondering how such a feeble person could be related to the likes of Bellatrix. “You know kid, you got a bit of a reputation to live up to - you’re a Black and you’re apologizing to me because you don’t know how to have a conversation? Develop a backbone, this is almost sad to see.”
❝If you haven’t heard, my side of the family seems to enjoy shattering expectations. It’s funny really, how people don’t see merit in subtly anymore. Or sarcasm for that matter. There’s more ways than violence and rude behavior to gain what you want. But I digress. Maybe I’ll try that sometime, developing a backbone. It’s not like I haven’t heard that before after all.❞

















