"How would that have anything to do with me practicing my spellwork at home?" Zenobia complained. "I'm not asking you to give me my wand so I can go slaying muggles around town! I only asked to show you how good I am at Transfiguration! Don't you want to see how skilled I am? All you care about is reproaching me, Papa!" She finished off with a sad whiny tone and pouted.

"What if I only use it to practice for school and only if someone is present? Then it can go back to the box you're keeping it in and I can go back to living like a Muggle child! All I'm asking is to not lose contact to my magical roots! All I want is to be like my friends! Like Flora and Mr. Black and Miss Gamp and the others! Do you want them to make fun of me because I couldn't use my wand like the mudbloods?"

Even though she wasn't much of a purist, she deliberately used a word her Grandfather Cosmo used to describe those people.