He had known that fact already. It took away her chances of seeming clever, then, educated and interesting and whatever else – but she didn’t really mind. She didn’t think anybody much thought her clever or interesting to begin with.
But he was interesting, because he must be a muggleborn then. (She had been exposed to too much fascination with the muggle world through her youth not to find a sort of secondhand curiosity in anything like this.) “No, not quite,” she said with another smile, although it was much less violent. Her parents were delighted by the prospect of moving their own pieces, though. “What do your parents think of you being a potioneer?” Jemima asked, just a little taken aback by her own boldness – but she was genuinely interested now. “If they’re muggles. Do they know what you do? Do they quite understand it?”
But he was interesting, because he must be a muggleborn then. (She had been exposed to too much fascination with the muggle world through her youth not to find a sort of secondhand curiosity in anything like this.) “No, not quite,” she said with another smile, although it was much less violent. Her parents were delighted by the prospect of moving their own pieces, though. “What do your parents think of you being a potioneer?” Jemima asked, just a little taken aback by her own boldness – but she was genuinely interested now. “If they’re muggles. Do they know what you do? Do they quite understand it?”
