Parvati fucking Patil. My mother said she'd hired someone competent, not a gossiping troll. And as for her methods... she's a dirty bitch, wanting us to show her our routine, like we're performing monkeys. And there is nothing wrong with how I view sex with Blaise. Stupid little wench, how dare she presume that I can't rip his clothes off because I respect 'the mother of my children' too much.

Psychobabble bullshit. I refuse to listen.