✂ 35: Pureblood
June, 2068: Sinclair House
Macy lay sprawled out on the living room floor, looking at her copy of Tales of Beedle the Bard.
"Mummy? How come muggles have different stories than we do?"
Her mother poised thoughtfully. "They don't quite believe in the same things we do, sweetheart," she answered.
"Then what about wizards with muggle parents?"
Her mother wasn't sure how to answer. "I don't know."
"You and daddy are both magic. And I'm magic, so does that mean we're just magic? Or..."
Angie knew what she meant this time. "That means that you're a pureblood. Both mummy and daddy are magic."
"Oh."