Feeling Lonely

"Muggle mother?" Regulus asked, a bit curious. With these new dark times awaiting to arrive, muggle borns weren't going to be very lucky. Especially since their hunting would begin once the dark lord took over. "I, as many of you know, am a pure blood. And as my nagging mother says, the finest blood out there."

Kiara shook her head and quirked an eyebrow, great she be damned if they were going to get a pureblood lecture now, to her blood was blood.

"No, my mother was a witch to, muggle born as is my Dad, the house stayed in the family" she explained in a still friendly manner. Yet she also shrugged when he bragged about his blood status and tilted her head.

"Yeah I know..."she said not knowing what she should say to that.

"Sometimes I feel overwhelmed. People expect a lot more things from me than they do others." Regulus commented. Not just with him. All pure bloods were like that. One person was always expecting them to do something others supposedly couldn't.

Kiara blinked again, this time in surprise, she has not expected that, the whole thing reminded her of the old nobility families of the medieval ages, where ones family name brought fame and power. Seemed like much the same thing here, only this ran through blood.

"Price of being a Pureblood I guess eh?" she asked though not not expecting an answer. "I think we are all cool here, blood is blood to me.. So I don't care, you still look like a Slytherin boy to me " She said looking at the others.

"That why you come to Myrtle's? or it is just a good place to brew potions?" she asked simply curious.

Azaria was token back a bit by Regulus's comment about being Pureblood. She was a muggle-born, and she never cared about blood status until halfway through her second year when she was introduced to the idea of prejudice. She never mentioned her blood status in normal conversation. She hated that Regulus was complaining about being Pureblood. He had no idea how hard it was to be a muggle-born witch in these times. "It could be so much worse, trust me I know," she said. She didn't want to fight with Regulus, in fact, she still considered him a friend, but she wasn't going to let him get by on this. She had been called a mudblood far too many times.