"When I was eleven and I got on the train to Hogwarts for the first time, I was a little unsure of myself. Theo and I got a compartment and then we went for a wander. And there was this girl marching around the place, talking about all the books she'd read in preparation for school, helping people find familiars and other lost things and she was just so sure of herself, that she was happy to make the trolley witch, give a detailed explanation of every single fucking sweet she had as "she wasn't from the magical world, she was, what's known as a Muggleborn," until she settled on a packet of sugar quills."