Bella was stumped; how was she supposed to know what to do? She was no more experienced — even less so, considering that she'd only been in upper class society for seven years! — than her friend. "Well I don't know!" she pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. "I have connections, but they're not desirable ones." Scrimgeours, Bulstrodes, Lestranges, Flints — Regina would hate them, and she wouldn't doubt that they would hate Regina.