We started to eat, but all I could think about was how I ended up with such a wonderful person as my girlfriend. I was just a muggleborn, new to the world of magic. She was a pureblood, from a family of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. We were from completely different worlds. Yet we were together. To say I was scared was nothing compared to what I was feeling. I always felt scared for her, the danger she could be in was insurmountable. My life was always in danger because of those purebloods. I guess it always comes down to purebloods. Some of their fears I could understand. But so much of their ideals cause problems for others. They care about pure magical power, yet completely demean magical creatures. 