Once could be a coincidence, twice is the very beginning of a pattern. Her sister, she reckons, could do much, much worse – in fact, her sister could scarcely do better. An heir, Pure, as rich in connections as he is in gold, handsome, well-mannered, some talents that need not be discussed right now, but will certainly not be loathed in a husband, and while she has found him quite willing to raise his wand against someone lesser, she doesn't believe her sister would find herself at the receiving of that. Not for a second does Bella believe she could be the one to introduce this particular drift towards astronomically relevant yet somewhat impractical names into the Malfoy family – for that, she would have to rethink her stance on children as a whole, and to be frank, she would rather drop dead.

"I suppose counting your dragons before they are hatched would be counterintuitive, here." And so far, there isn't even an engagement set, nor has Lucius gone above and beyond in his courting efforts. Even the woman in question, though supported by tenuous evidence, is guesswork at best.

"Did you ask for the years?" Bella herself sees no reason for the rush, as she is steadfast to repeat when the need arises, which would be just about every single of the rare conversations she has with her aunt or mother. Aside from wizarding longevity and general physical health, she wagers she would, should she ever change her mind, have easily another decade, possibly more, before matters became truly difficult. And that ignores all the progress medimagic has made in the last fifty years. No, the real challenge lies in finding someone suitably Pure, someone you can stomach enough to agree to a lifetime commitment in which divorce makes for a high-order scandal, and that does get increasingly difficult as time progresses. Arguably, and she thinks it with some bitterness, this isn't quite as much a problem for the male side of things.