"Well it certainly sounds that way!" Hermione riled, her fury growing still. "I had non-Magical parents, so my blood was dirty according to a large part of Magical society. They even gave me a name for it ... Muggleborn. Pinned it like a bright neon badge to my dirty-blooded chest. Harry and Neville weren’t called Magicalborns, were they? No, they were just regular little boys with magical abilities. They didn’t need a denomination, they didn’t need to be pigeon-holed into a little box like I was.