Muggles were dirty, lazy and boring.

Minjae grabbed some of the grass beneath him, tucking them out of the ground with such force he might dig a hole. He reminded himself that he had seen The Hoods blow up the professor's broom as well and that the man was most likely a muggleborn too. So this must be just as awful for the Professor as it was for him. At least, he hoped it was that and he wasn't truly believing his own words...

And then his heart sank when he heard that those born to muggle parents would not be allowed to fly on magical brooms anymore. It fell even deeper upon hearing Ashley’s and Eden’s answer. He could hear the sarcasm coming from them both but even so, an eleven and twelve year old should not be speaking that way to begin with. No one should be speaking that way.

He hated how the Alliance was slowly making their way in to their heads and making them feel like they didn’t belong . Sometimes , the same thoughts happened to him. What if the Alliance was right? What if he was a stain to the magical society? But whenever he had thoughts like that, he was reminded of professor Schmoe’s words. ‘There’s always a place for you here’ This kept him going and was the main reason why he hadn’t succumbed to the manipulations yet. He was proud to be muggleborn. Scared, but proud.

”Who cares what th—“ he blurted out the words before he could stop them. It was the first time he had ever gone against a question in any of his classes and he immediately regretted it. He shut his mouth before anything dumb could come out. Luckily The Hoods weren't around.