35. Pureblood
Mini-challenge #1- Christmas

Cissy, Emma’s five-year-old cousin, sat on the rug in front of the overly-decorated tree. She was busy playing with two of her new dolls on Christmas day. All of a sudden, she looked up at her grandfather. “Grandad?”
“Yes, my dear.”
“What’s a pureblood?”
Snoring answered her question. Cissy huffed as Emma walked into the room with a present in her right hand. “Em, what’s a pureblood?”
“Well…” she began. She was about to tell Cissy that she ought not to worry about something as silly as that, but then her father walked into the room. “That’s what we are.”