Not very many people can claim that. It makes a more convincing argument on his end, at least, that he knows her.

All the students milling about are ignored. She'd noticed the strange looks in the Great Hall--a mixture of unveiled dislike, fear, and surprise. Concerning, if only because she can't recall any of the reasons why she might've earned such open hostility. What's amusing, however, are the reactions to him. Like a curious bird, her head tilts at one boy's unabashed reaction to the professor. Dear Merlin, he looks as if he's about to piss himself.

"Is that to say you are to beautiful men, instead?"

The roundabout compliment barely phases her. How many people are fixated on looks? She already knows she and her sisters are attractive, it's the Black line's genes which makes it so. Bella, however, does not have the kind heart of her sisters. Patience thinning, she snaps at the boy, "Go away!" before turning her focus back onto Severus.

Her chin tilts up. "So what if I am?"