Hermione knew it was a waste of time to continue that line of discussion. Blood feuds were common amongst the Purebloods. Surely Antonin was aware of that. His mother had been a Fawley after all. Grudges between Sacred Twenty-Eight families were infinitely worse. His mother was a proper Pureblood witch engaged to a Parkinson when too much wine and a mysterious handsome Russian wizard made her commit an indecent act at a wedding reception. She ended up with a son, a hasty marriage, and the lifelong hatred of the family she wronged. Toying with the affections of a young witch from a poor, but proud Sacred Twenty-Eight family had been foolish on Antonin's part. Young man or not, his own family history should've been encouragement enough for him to behave more sensibly.