At the end of the meeting, Norwood looked at Sirius and spoke coldly: "We at MMA do not see ourselves as lucky fortunates who have been privileged to join a secret society of superior beings, despite our nonmagical contamination, and we should feel so grateful for being allowed to join that we accept all the crap that you lot who are already here, choose to dump on us. No, we first-generation magicals see ourselves as, to use your word, Muggles who can do magic. We like the fact that our parents and grandparents are Muggles, not Victorians with wands. Quite a few of us "Muggle-borns,’ back when we were eleven, if the Ministry had allowed our magic to be bound without also wiping the knowledge of magic from ourselves and our families, would have refused magical schooling and would have lost our magic, and the choice would have been easy. But we weren’t given such a choice, so here we are. Our magic is unimportant to us. You look shocked, Lord Black. Don’t be; have Miss Granger explain. Anyway, those of us with nonmagical parents who refused to get our memories wiped, are forced by your Ministry to come to school and to learn about magic—but we’ll do the learning our way."