So apparently my parents have completely lost it. They think they can force me into getting married? I'd like to see that, really. I mean, it's not that I'm opposed to marrying an acceptable, tolerable pureblood at some point. But if they think they're making that choice for me, well they've got another thing coming. And before you all think I'm a ridiculous sap who thinks I'm going to fall in love someday, don't be idiots. Love is a delusion and leads to nothing but weakness and clouded judgment. If I'm seeking anything in a potential husband, it would be that he doesn't drive me to homicide.

Or that if he does, at least he's willing to partake in said homicide. Obviously, my hand in marriage is not for the squeamish.