★ wannabe historian ★ Baekry 35. Pureblood “Arrrrggghhh!” Tyler spat as he pretended to be a pirate in front of Lucy. “Where are you going, you filthy half-blood?!” “What did you just call me?” Lucy asked; enraged at the words Tyler had just said to her. This boy wanted to die too early in his lifetime today.
Taking his wand out to use as a sword, Ty swung it in front of her. “Answer my question before I give you an answer! We purebloods don’t deserve to be around you half-bloods!” “I’M A PUREBLOOD, YOU STUPID IDIOT!” Lucy yelled, taking his wand and snapping it in half.
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