On the trek back up to the castle, Ellie couldn’t stop the tears which flowed silently down her cheeks. She didn’t want to cry, especially not over AJ McLaggen, but she couldn’t help it. Of course the only guy to ever show her the slightest bit of interest turned out to be absolutely disgusting. Ellie couldn’t help what was so wrong about her that made her so undesirable. It always dwindled down to her blood. It didn’t matter that there was no war, that dark wizards were hardly notable, that she was one of the most talented witches in their year. Ellie Dursley would always be a muggle born. There would always be people that whispered