"I respect you enough to be honest," she sighed. "I don't know. All I know is I'm tired of feeling manipulated and used. The supposed paragons of light repressed my knowledge of who my ancestors might have been, keeping me a nobody. They treated me like a puppet. When people mention Hermione Granger they sneer and laugh, while admitting they have, and would again, abuse my willingness to help others learn. A willingness I'm not even sure was my own originally. I've yet to hear anyone defend me, or even really speak well of me." She hugged herself, "I don't agree with all the atrocities committed by the Death Eaters, or accept all their philosophies." She started towards the door. "Right now I want a practical education so I can defend myself."