Abruptly, her expression grows shuttered. He thinks to make light of it, does he? Thinks he can poke fun at this news? Straightening, back stiff, shoulders drawn back. He may be taller than her, older than her (now), but she is a Black. He should be tripping over himself to aid her in this task.

"That was not a question," she murmurs too softly, "You were not given the option to deny me."

Deny her? Does not compute in Bellatrix brain.

"What do you teach, then?"