Beatrice had expanded her social circle beyond the pureblood elite to include a few wealthy halfblood and muggleborn women. She had very casually mentioned it to Harry half a dozen times, and to Tom just as often. Harry didn’t mind. He was proud of his grandmother for shaking up the prejudices she’d harboured for so long, and filled with warmth because she was being so vocal about her new friends to signal to Harry and Tom that she accepted their blood status. It was a bit ridiculous that she’d been so prejudiced in the first place, but Harry wasn’t one to dwell on the past. She’d learned and grown and that was all he could ever ask for.   