Sure, maybe blood status still mattered to some wizards and witches. Maybe it would take years for Ellie to find someone, if she found anyone at all. Maybe she’d remain in the Wizarding World, maybe she’d return to the muggle world. It didn’t matter. Ellie was still Ellie. She’d go through the struggles she was always meant to go through, and come out stronger for it. Those long ago fears of what magic would mean for Ellie had blossomed into a great appreciation for what it could do. There was no taking the magic out of Ellie; she had learned to wealed it properly and effectively, brightening the lives of those around her. If Lucy had instilled anything long lasting in her daughter, it was that no matter what she faced, Ellenore Dursley was in fact a witch.