Clue regarded the older boy with a faint frown line between his eyes. The blond Slytherin was evidently suspicious of Narcissus's claim — he wanted to be Clue's... friend? Really? But nobody ever wanted that, either right away or after a time. Clue was a perpetual lone wolf, and that was how it had always been, ever since he was a pup.

"They are that bad", he agreed by way of bringing logic to Narcissus's words. To take Clue over someone, that someone would have to be nothing short of intolerable.

Clue was ignorant as to his own parentage and didn't know if he was pureblood or not, but he knew he was, at least, poor as dirt. "Though sometimes I do envy their wealth. Never having to worry where the next meal is coming from."