Bellatrix snarled at the girl after feeling her hand against her own head, though she chose to ignore it on the larger part. Watching her plead for help got boring very quickly, as amusing as it was, and Draco was acting like a little girl again. "Hush, boy. It's none of your business. Help your father... Yell or something. That's all he's good for, anyway." Then, she walked off through the house. Up the stairs, she took her time, knowing what would be waiting before she even reached her bedroom door. It was getting tiresome to deal with it after each and every little qualm and quarrel. For someone so careless and crude, he sure showed too much interest in his little brat. Probably because of that muggle-loving mother of hers, if that's who it was.<br/><br/>"Why do I have to ask you this so often?" He drawled out, pale face seemingly indifferent though the dark eyes glared down at the woman. Bellatrix shrugged, claiming it was all the brat's fault for waking her in such a disruptive manner, which it was, and that she needed to learn to be respectful towards those stronger than her, which she did. Moving past the man, she slammed the door to her room, wand waving and locking it tight. After dressing she would make her way down to Lucius and Dominic to see the little Weasly whore.<br/><br/>Outside the door, Severus Snape gave a sigh that blew a lock up hair out of his face before descending the stairs. Stepping swiftly through the room, he managed to comment on a lot, regardless of his absent state. "Learn to deal with it, Lucius. These children will always have their little obsessions with the muggles, refusing to account for how disgraceful their presence may or may not be." The cold gaze moved from the Malfoy and Sothryn after a brow cocked at the robotic contraption, to Dominic. He stepped closer, standing only a step or two away from the man as he looked over her shoulder, nose lifted. Ginny Weasly. "You're as stupid as your brothers, Weasly; thinking you could show your face here so easily. Give your dear husband my degards." He paused. "If you make it back, that is."<br/><br/>Turning briskly, his black cloak swayed as he made his way forward, stopping only when he stood beside Krys and that elf. He reached down and pulled the largest piece of glass out of the girls back, dropping it on the elf's head. "Leave." Moving in front of her, his cold eyes stared down at the girl in a silent anger. "How often must you start these little fights? Do you have nothing better to do than to piss away any respect anyone has for you? This will not continue. You will not spend the rest of the year being a little brat." Choosing the word 'brat' was merely a way of making the point that in some ways, as much as he hated admitting it, Bellatrix was right. The girl had no respect for anyone or anything. Being a Death Eater didn't mean pissing your life away. To be a good Death Eater, you had to have followers, not just kill anything and everything around you.