35. Pureblood
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She curled up in front of the fire, warming her hands.
It was a rare thing to be warm in this house. But Marvolo and Morfin had gone out somewhere. So she had started a few sparks.
Why couldn't she just run away?
A clip-clop of hooves on the ground outside noted her of his coming presence.
A rare, warm feeling spread through her and she scrambled to the window. He rode proudly past, not paying any attention to her. Oh how lovely he was.
He made her ashamed to be pureblood.
She would've been better of as a muggle.