"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got in on pure talent." Her voice was strong and indignant.
"No-one asked your opinion, you filthy little mudblood." The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them, and the malice in his voice surprised him. There was a huge uproar; the Weasley twins had lunged at him, Alicia was shrieking and Weasley had drawn his wand and bellowed an incantation. But all he could focus on was her face. It was dealthy pale and her eyes were empty, soul-less. Her face looked gaunt, and her expression made it seem like he had ripped out her heart.
He had no idea that the words his father had so casually used around his home could have such an effect. He should have known better, than to parrot his fathers views. He never wanted to turn out like his father. Especially if being like him meant he would never get the chance to own her heart.