Orinda listened as Mr. Macnair spoke, for a moment all her pain in her heart dissipating. And then it came rushing back. He was... he was... awful. Simply awful. Her lower lip quivered, poking out just a teensy bit. He was... she was... she was mad. He was dismissing her because she was a half-vampire? What made him better than her? Because he didn't have a vampire as a mother? That wasn't her fault in the least. She didn't ask to be born from a vampire-- and she wouldn't change it either. If her mother hadn't married her father, then she wouldn't even be here right now!

Stepping forward, Orinda's hands balled up into little fists. She wouldn't take a swing at him, that was a surefire way to get points docked, but she would definitely give him a piece of her mind.

"Now you see here, Mr. Macnair, just because my mother is a vampire doesn't mean I'm not as good as you are. Or Miss Scrimgeour! I'm every bit a witch as you are a wizard. I bet you don't have a professor as a grandfather do you? What are your parents like? I bet they're stuck up and haughty like you are. That's what I bet."