Professor Snape asked a question, and she of course raised her hand first. He did his exaggerated scan of the room, hoping for someone else to provide an answer. The blatant blood discrimination and sexism was something she naively denied her first few years in potions. She trusted Dumbledore’s faith in Professor Snape and argued on his behalf (reluctantly) when doubted by Harry and Ron. But the resentment in her heart was brewing hotter with each new slight.