"What does it take?" he asked, curiosity overtaking him for a moment between talk of Hogwarts and dragons, "to be the finest of our kind?" The boy supposed he was one of her kind as well now, though he knew not what that meant. The fine family names meant as little to him as her family history, but if they were as well-bred as Miss Rosier suggested then Silas should be able to find something in common after all.

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