She slammed the phone down in shock. She hadn’t heard that word in years, hadn’t expected to ever hear it again, especially in reference to herself. She was the "brightest witch of her age’ and a war hero. How dare he say that? She stormed back to her room, filled with an anger and hurt she hadn’t felt since, well, since Fifth year. When things like words were the deepest wounds she had. But there was also the fact that he called himself a blood traitor. 