Filiopietistic – pertaining to reverence of forebears or tradition, especially if carried to excess.
Bellatrix and Tonks
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Tonks yelped as she felt her wand fly from her hand. Before she knew what was happening, she was up against the wall, her vision obscured by a cloud of dark hair.
"Don't move, darling…"
Tonks' knees went weak in fear. Her aunt's voice was harsh and cold in her ear, and Tonks had never been more terrified.
"So, you're the little half-blood that my traitor sister produced…"
Tonks struggled, but Bellatrix's grip was strong, and she couldn't move.
"Little brat… my sister should have known better, she should have known that mixing her blood with a Muggle's wouldn't produce a decent child, only a weak little thing like you…" Bellatrix sneered. Tonks spat in her face, but Bellatrix did not let go.
"Such a vile little child…" she continued. "Foul blood… you're a disgrace to my family…"
"You always do what your family wants?" Tonks sneered. I'm going to die anyway, why shouldn't I be reckless?
Bellatrix hissed – actually hissed. "I do what my family wants because my family is correct! Not that you would understand that, Mudblood…"