She rolled her eyes. Of course it would come back to blood purity. It always did. Rodolphus might enjoy rolling around in the sheets with a Mudblood, but he didn't want one to have any sort of power in the society he lived in. Sometimes it was easy to forget how old-fashioned and backwards the men in her life could be. It was like they were living in a society at least a hundred years older than the one the Muggles lived in. Maybe one day they would catch up with the Muggles. She didn't believe she'd be alive to see it though.