“Well, good luck that. At least I have good taste. He’s running around with a Weasley of all things. Al this talk and bitching about blood traitors and he’s fucking around with the spawn of the biggest family of mudblood lovers in the wizarding world.”
Jackson crossed his arms over his chest, shrugging a shoulder. “Maybe no one on our side killed him and he just randomly died so they claimed him for the publicity of it all. I can’t see how he was useful to the cause.” He rolled his eyes and dropped his arm, “Stupid Gryffindor.”
“That’s true. And she’s not even good looking. And she’s so... Weasley, it’s gross.” Netta said with a roll of her eyes, “Reagan’s hot though and kind of nice though I thought your type was more bitchy based on your exes.”
Netta nodded, “Honestly, that’s probably what happened. They’re so useless, when are they actually going to do something. It’s not like it’s that hard to kill someone or do a little cruciatus curse, what are they waiting for? ANd then if I do anything all I’ll hear is ‘Netta you should have waited, Netta trust the adults’ and crap like that.”
