36. Muggle

Her father had his arms folded across his chest. “Braeden’s a muggleborn. His parents are muggles. You're a pureblood. You can’t marry one of them.”

“One of what? Muggles aren’t bad.” Emma’s eyes widened and she got up from the table. “Really dad? Really? You’re going to bring up this? We don’t live in the sixteenth century or something anymore. We’re all the same. Pureblood, halfblood, muggleborn, and whatnot. All the same.” With that, she stormed out of the house.

How could he have said that to her?

“Nice job, baby sister,” said Draco who hugged her before she left.