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ily had spent far too much of her life in dealing with the idiotic prejudices of the pureblooded witches and wizards who assumed themselves automatically superior to anyone who could not trace their magical heritage back, generation by generation, to at least the time of Queen Elizabeth, if not further. There was, so far as she could tell, no logical reason for it whatsoever. If there had been some form of study done, which showed in terms that left no room for error that pureblooded witches and wizards were magically superior to muggleborns, then perhaps she might have accepted the fact, assuming of course that she could find no way of disproving the theory. But no such research had been done, at least not to her knowledge, and so she accounted for the superior attitudes of purebloods by putting it down to blind, stupid arrogance. The redhead was in no way arrogant herself, she hoped, but she had been at school with many purebloods and she knew very well that her magical abilities had far surpassed most of theirs.

"Takes one to know one." Lily remarked levelly as the woman cast aspersions upon her fiance. "Besides, it clearly didn't bother you in... the Charms classroom, was it?" This idiot was getting more and more annoying the longer that she spent in her company, and while she supposed that given a few days, she might become desensitised to it, the redhead was still at something of a loss to work out how on earth anyone would ever put up with her for long enough to marry her- that was the pureblood ideal, wasn't it? So far as she could tell, a woman from a pureblood family had two purposes: looking pretty and getting married to someone rich. Lily wouldn't comment on the first aspect, although she personally would not have taken the girl out for dinner even if she had been that way inclined, but she really didn't know how anyone could even contemplate entering into the blessed state of matrimony with this one... but then, she supposed that if you could afford eight houses, they would never even have to meet after the wedding. Perhaps there were some advantages to a pureblood family and a pureblood fortune. Not that that was why she was marrying James, of course, but then his ideals were rather different to those of most of magical society's elite.

"Thank God for that." she sighed, watching the black-haired woman vanish into the distance, although not nearly far enough for her tastes. "Well, she seemed like a classic example of well-bred, classy wizarding society." Irony hung off every syllable; it did amuse her how some people acted as though they thought themselves better than everyone else, and then went around behaving like the lowest of the low. Still, that was sociodynamics for you. When no one dared to complain, there was nothing but a downward spiral and things could only get worse.

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