She didn’t finish. Hermione had decided as of late, she wouldn’t hear the word directed at her ever again. It wasn’t about the slur. She could care less about the meaning of it all. It was about respect. She was who she was, and they would accept the status, they would show their gratitude towards her, because they owed her their freedom. They would start right this moment to look up to her because she was going to restore their gracious leader. And she was going to make sure they had the idea branded in their little black sheep brains, even if she had to ingrain it through pain and fear. 