Unlike what he had expected - which was for the girl to go slinking off to go cry in the privacy of her dorm, she turned into a ball of rage that matched her brilliant shade of hair. He stood silently while she ranted, spitting out the typical equality junk. It was the same old points every time. Maybe he'd take the time to listen if she didn't just spew her opinions, but rather backed herself with facts, but as she didn't, the sixth year had no issue at all dismissing her as if she was nothing more than a house elf.

"You are a halfbreed. It is as simple as that. You only have one side of your lineage that contains magical history. And not only that, the one side is 'muggleborn'. It is weaker than magical blood ought to be. And no, I don't have a grandfather who teaches. If anyone in my family decides to work, they work in the ministry or do their own research. But by your own argument, Miss Ruskin - what your grandfather is shouldn't matter as you do not choose his profession."

He shrugged and turned back to head up the stars.