It was foolish and naïve to believe that he hadn't already been approached by Rodolphus. For reasons she couldn't possibly understand, it was important to the man that the Wizengamot be stocked entirely with Purebloods. She hated that despite being in the twenty-first century, their society was still so backward. Would they ever catch up with Muggles? She highly doubted it. They were still so enmeshed in a disagreement that had already lasted over a thousand years. Half-bloods and Muggle-borns would always be second-class citizens in their eyes. A million years ago when she was young and idealistic and the reality of life hadn't crushed her innocence, Hermione actually thought she might want to one day tackle the pro-Pureblood laws. Maybe she could even be the Minister for Magic. Just thinking about it only made her stomach churn. She didn't have the energy or the desire to change the world. She simply wanted to survive.