Hermione feels overwhelmed, like a new-born given a different set of lungs. Every day, there’s a new discovery. Every day, she questions what she discovers. But she keeps all doubts to herself as she pours over books on hexes and spells, magical creatures and dangerous potions, antiquated histories of magic and tracts of magical mathematics called Arithmancy. She even reads Hogwarts, A History, trying to picture the hallowed halls she was not permitted to enter. Soon enough, she begins to piece together a narrative.  She learns that blood matters, very much. She is a Muggleborn, someone whose family line is not magical, but there are wizards and witches who come from magical families, whose ancestors were all wizards and witches, and they are called Purebloods. She begins to suspect the world does not look kindly on Muggleborns. After all, she knows how wizards feel about Muggles.