 Constant Vigilance! O_O AWAKE!
Mamie wanted to just curl into a ball. Really? They weren't even going to get to handle real brooms? Why even come to flying class? They should have just said purebloods come to class, Muggleborns go sit in the dampest, grossest corner of the dungeon and think about how dirty you are.
But she'd seen what happened when people didn't contribute in other classes, so she raised a sad hand. "F....Flying saves a lot of time when traveling, if for some reason we--you're unable to use a faster form of magical transportation," she said as quickly as possible with forced enthusiasm. "Mm-Mu-Mu...Mudbloods don't have anything better to contribute, so it doesn't matter if they waste time traveling slower."
She blinked several times, and gulped back her fear. She'd gotten the terrible words out as soon as she could, she didn't want to dwell on what she was saying. But, like. She thought using the bad word would maybe get her some brownie points? With the Neo-Alliance Scary Hooded Folks? So maybe they'd let her fly if she made them think she agreed? Otherwise, the ground was still cozy. She could just lay in the dirt. |