"Narcissa."
"What do you want?"
"I was going to ask you a question but if you're busy..."
"No," she shook her head, "I have neverending time for you. Go for it."
"It's for, uh, History of Magic and we have to ask someone about their past..."
"We're purebloods," she said simply, "is that what you want to know?"
"Well, what that's like..." he said taking out a piece of parchment and a quill. "Can you tell me?"
"No, actually, it's personal." He looked at her confused. "Just teasing, Remus."
"Right."
"Purebloods feel better about themselves by making half bloods feel bad but I don't agree with that because it doesn't matter what sort of blood someone has...as long as they're a decent person. A lot of people in this house--Slytherin--they're very elitist, do you know what that means?"
"Of course I know what that means," he said, partly insulted.
"I don't think I'm better than anybody because I'm a pureblood," she said, "everyone says I stick my nose in the air. But I don't, it's just pointy. See?"
"Thanks, Narcissa."
"Did you get all of that? Oh and tell my no good cousin I said hello."
"I will. Thanks."
"Oh, it's no bother."