"What is a Pureblood anyway?" Viktor thought as he lay on his bed. He knew they were pure of Muggle blood, and only had Wizarding blood in them, but did it matter? He didn't think so. No one was truly pure of blood anymore; there was always one witch or wizard who had a little bit of Muggle blood in them. It was interesting then, to know that He Who Must Not Be Named was a Muggle-born, yet he only wanted Purebloods in his sick and twisted army. Viktor closed his eyes as he drifted into sleep, dreaming of Quidditch.