"Trying to convert my sister then" Henry growled. "Don't be ridiculous, we are merely behaving how we should, not only are we of a high social standing, our Father is a Lord and our Mother is a daughter of the Black Family, but this is a Ball in honor of us, we must act accordingly and to protocol and tradition" Harry sneered. "Whatever, Riddle, you're a nasty Slytherin and your Father is most likely a Death Eater hoping for "HIS’ return" Henry ranted, clearly beyond listening, out of the corner of his eye Harry saw Draco approaching where they were standing, hoping Henry wouldn't see the blonde Harry strived to keep Henry's attention on himself. "You're a very prejudiced child aren't you?" Hermione asked as she tilted her head to the side. "You're one to speak, you walk around like you own the world and that everyone else is below you, especially Muggleborns or anyone who doesn't agree with your way of thinking" Henry snapped.