It was a (not so) normal day at the Riddle household, when...
Mum/Bella: THIS PERSON CALLED ME A FRICKING S*UT!
Me: mum! Language!
Mum/Bella: but this person called me a-
Me: -I heard you the first time.
Mum/Bella: why do people think this of me?!
Me: idk. Ask the muggle who made the bloody comment.
Mum/Bella: I AM NOT A BLOODY S*UT!
Me: we know!
Dad/Tom: is she raging again?
Me: yep.
Dad/Tom: *facepalm*
Long story short, I have a crazy family who rages a lot. My mum has a point though. Why do people call her a s*ut?