"I’ll call  myself  whatever I want," she snapped back, immediately meeting his anger like a trade of blows, eager to fight, "The Ministry didn’t make laws dehumanising  you. You’re the one responsible for my wand and my magic as though I’m a fucking child or a thief! If I want to call myself a mudblood I’ll bloody do so, if I want to call the Dark Lord  Voldemort, I’ll say it to his face." 