Mione says it before Malfoid can, which is the first time all story that she has spoken first about anything.
MioneThe house is yours. Not a room. Not a clause. You ran it for nine years on nothing and we have both been treating you like furniture.
CorvinaI am not going to cry at a breakfast table. I have a reputation and it is the only thing I own outright.
The table is laid for three at the head and stays that way. Nobody ever sits at the other twenty-seven chairs again.