"I wasn't listening; if that was all you had to say, then why bother to even say anything?" Perdita sighed, suddenly sick of the whole thing. "I'm a full, and far too old to be honest."
He rolled his eyes. "Purebloods are stuck up. I would be one too, but luckily my mother fell in love with the human, instead of the nasty pureblood she had been arranged to marry."
"You're obviously prejudiced. To my mind, halfbloods are just plain nasty; and you're not doing anything to prove any different. If I seem stuck up, it's cuz I lost someone very close to me, and no-one will tell me what happened to him."