"A Mudblood," he repeated. He had gone motionless, and for a moment Hermione feared that she had made a mistake. But then a leer spread across his features. "Damn me, so you’re his latest bit of muslin! I thought you might be a cousin or something. Well. This certainly changes things. And he actually brought you here? Here? His mother’s such a stickler for the rules, old Cissy’s going to murder him. Such a mama’s boy he is, too."