"Technically your not a Black. So who are you." His frozen silver eyes that held no more friendly kindness, but replace with a stern and merciless person that she's familiar with.
He wasn't one for games, when his life is always in the risk of danger or rather drama likes to follow him any where he goes. "You said your a help. How's everything you ever did even a help to any of us?" His forest green eyes stare down at the person he grown to loathe other than Malfoy.
"Watch your tongue, before I hex it gone, Potter."
"Leave before I think of something to kill you with, Malfoy."
"I'm a Stark. Always a Stark."