With one well-placed jab at himself, Bella's ire fizzles away and she laughs. Not the evil she-demon laugh Severus will become well acquainted with in later years, but something a little saner. She hasn't warmed up to him, but at least she doesn't want to curse him outright. This nonsense about marriage... how dreadful.

"Yes, you are quite the nasty beastie. Did mummy and daddy not pressure you into continuing the bloodline?" Snape. It's quite a curious name. She can't recall having heard it before.

With a shrug, Bella reaches up to twist her hair back around her wand.

"You have the pleasure to do so now. Take advantage of it." Her arms fold over her chest only after her hair is secured. "And do tell me more about this husband. Which Lestrange do I have the pleasure--" She looks like she's sucked on a lemon. "--of marrying?"

Must begin plotting ways to kill the man, after all.