"Do as in-?", a sudden thought invaded her mind and her blood ran cold. "Oh my God". At first she was saddened and disappointed, but on second thought she was furious and jumped out of her chair, gripping her wand tightly out of instinct. "You don’t want to have it because it won’t be a pureblood!", she shouted defensively. It wasn’t a question, it was an assumption - an assertion.