"My child," he raised a gnarled, grey hand to her lips and she kissed it sweetly, her lips brushing his cool skin with reverence, and bowed her head. "You are the first of your kind. A brilliant torch in our dark and uncertain future. You are a symbol of hope to so many– that with perseverance and guidance, even a despicable Mudblood can rise to greatness under my generous and forgiving hand. What do you have to say for yourself, Mudblood?"