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“The genuinely harmless ones appear harmless, but so do most of the ones who are plotting against you. Miss Lovegood is…” He nibbled absentmindedly on the side of his hand, trying to think it through verbally. “She is alone, even more than I was, and she believes that not being alone would be preferable, pleasant - but in the vague sort of way that one thinks that coming into money and moving to the south of France would be pleasant. Being alone doesn’t actually trouble her, as such, and if people are unpleasant to her she regards them with the mild interest of an anthropologist confronted by a rather boring foreign tribe. There are no levers to push in her, no triggers by which an enemy could destabilise her - the most one could rouse her to would be a cold dislike, which she would then pursue ruthlessly.

"She would never - ” He shuddered convulsively. “She would never do to anyone one thousandth of the things that Bellatrix would do. Has done. If she hated someone enough to kill them, she wouldn’t t-torture them, gloat over them, waste time faffing about humiliating them and prolonging their literal bloody agony until fate gave them a chance to escape her. She would simply kill them, without hesitation and without more than a vague twitch of remorse, and then get on with doing something else she found more interesting. Looking for Vampire Daisies, probably.”

- Lost and Found, Ch20