"Imagine the sight of your forefathers seeing a muggle born spending their riches." She lay her head back on his shoulder. "Walburga Black may very well come back from the dead to personally ensure I don’t get my "filthy mudblood hands’ on it." She ignored the shocked expression on his face, forgetting he had never experienced the wonder that is Walburga Black's portrait. "Besides, I want to work - don't you? We would get bored. There’s so much we could do to better the world. We shouldn't waste the opportunity, not with all that gold sitting there. We could use it to fund projects and incentives, create some ourselves - oh - how wonderful would it be to use it to help muggle born integration into wizarding society. Walburga would hunt me down in the afterlife for that one!"