Kurumi hated the word ‘Muggle’ and she hated the word ‘Pureblood’ almost as much. She had had enough of people putting a label on her so she fit nicely in a box all her life – she didn’t need new ones being thrown at her in the wizarding world. Did it really make a difference is you were one or the other or mixed? From her understanding of magic, it was all about intention.

Glaring at the older boy, Kurumi’s hair turned crimson in agitation and punched him square in the nose.

“Funny, your blood doesn’t look any better than mine.”