"Well, no. Your kind. You know." Astoria gestured towards Hermione, from her feet to the top of her head. When Hermione's expression didn't change, Astoria leaned in further, "Mudbloods, I mean." If Hermione had been capable of outward displays of emotion, her jaw would be on the floor. It had been years since anyone had dared to say such a thing in front of her. She had personally cut the tongue out of the last Death Eater that had, a little more than three years ago. She felt her fingers curl, felt her vision narrow in on the woman who had definitely just insulted her, who was currently looking at her as if she, Hermione fucking Granger, were the idiot. She bared her teeth in what could loosely be called a smile and angled her face up (cursing the height of the other woman) and opened her mouth to speak.