"So, what's he like?"

Sitting across from her sister, Delphinia's green eyes fixed on the young woman - almost eyeing her, hands wrapped around a steaming mug of fresh made tea.

"I don't know.." Callidora began, and paused as she earned herself a look of disbelief. "Okay.. fine," Sigh. "He's nice.. and kind, and warm, and funny.."

"So, why doesn't Aunt Calliope approve?"

The younger woman's shroulders shrugged, before any words came out: "He's muggleborn."

"What does that matter? You're not.. I mean,"

"I'm not a pureblood," Callidora finished, unoffended. "I know. I guess she likes to pretend I am."