35. Pureblood
‘You’re a pureblood! You shouldn’t associate with any of them let alone that girl your cousin told me you’ve been flirting with!’ the screeches echoed through Sirius’ mind as he wished that he was already at Prongs’ house.
Pureblood.
A word he hated. An expectation he hated more than anything – all of it seemed so stupid, so pointless to him!
After all it wasn’t as if muggles or muggle-borns were animals, they were exactly like them. His jaw tensed he thought of Eleanor as the sentence replayed itself in his head another time.
Eleanor and his friends were worth everything. |