Quote:
Originally Posted by
Presley Black 
Presley scoffed. "St. Mungos refused to help her. Because she was a muggle, you know?" And Presley was going to become a healer, and find a magical cure to cancer, and if any muggle came to St. Mungos asking for help on her watch, she would give it to them, no questions asked. Presley shook her head, getting rid of the bad thoughts. She didn't need it right now.
"Cute kid then," Presley smirked. That kid would be spoiled. Not only was he the heir to the Morganzo estate, but he was the youngest, and the only boy. Three points in his favor. The kid was going to grow up with an entitlement complex. Presley almost felt bad for the day he learned that not everybody cared what your heritage was.
Elliot didn't say anything. Everything her father had engraved in her, and everything she felt about Presley was violently colliding right now...big time. But Mrs. Black HAD been a muggle...so it wasn't much of a surprise that the healers hadnt helped her...but somehow, she didn't think Pres would enjoy hearing that. "
Er..well..." Well WHAAT? Elliot?
What she WANTED to say was that Mr. Black shouldn't have gone off and married a MUGGLE! But she held her tongue, for once. "
But...no private healers?" because there were some healers...that her father hired to privately treat them...especially if he got a nasty bite from something extreme illegal or something...
Elliot scowled. "
He's cute. Sure, I guess. But I won't give him what he wants. I am going to make every second of his existence hard...he's going to learn to be tough...because Morganzo's CANNOT be pansies.." she growled...And as a plus, she would be getting a little revenge in doing so.
HMPH.