"You might think I am an abomination of magic, a magic stealer, or as more commonly referred to - a mudblood. I don't really care, and I advise that you stop caring as well. The wizarding world needs to change. Needs to be restructured. None of you are leaders. I am. Will you follow me?" Her voice rang out clear, almost bored sounding. But Draco knew how much of her ambitions, their ambitions, rested on these prisoners. They might be incarcerated, but they were still some of the biggest names in British Wizarding Society, and they held insurmountable support from the silent masses.