“Don’t look at me like that — I’m entirely proud of my genetics. I may not have a family of witches and wizards backing up my family name, but I have something better. I have a family history of do-gooders and lovers and people passionate about their opinions and their moral grounds. I have a history of kind people, of green eyes, of being tall, of having pale skin… I have a history that I am proud of, that was passed down onto me… I was taught, just like any pureblood child, who my great-grandparents were, who my cousins were… and I was taught to be proud of all of them. Well, except cousin Charles, he was a drunkard and kept landing himself in jail before he ran off with a barmaid… Er, yeah, none of us have heard from him since he showed up at Gran’s during Christmas six years ago. But, anyway, having a history of magic doesn’t make someone a better witch or wizard. It just seems to generally make a person snobbish. I’m a Mudblood, and I am proud to be one… even if being one pegs me as a prime target for this war raging outside — and, at times, inside — Hogwarts.”