Silas moved slightly, she lifted her hand momentarily to give him room to situate before she returned to her ministrations. "I accepted, of course, how could I not? I would finally meet people like me, I'd fit in somewhere. Perhaps I would even finally make friends." Hermione's voice quivered and tears formed in her eyes, but she pushed them back. "I had been wrong, I was as much of an outsider there as I had been back home. Mudblood, they called me. The term is particularly derogatory - it's taken literally. I had non-magical parents, which made me a pariah to some."