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Mudblood

Mid-February, 1990

First Year

"Filthy little mudblood!" a Ravenclaw boy, Ian Salvia, snapped; he was a year older than Jo but they were about the same height.

WHAM went Jo's fist into his face.

CRUNCH went his nose.

Jo turned on her heel and walked back to Leili.

When they were far enough away from the commotion Jo leaned down and whispered, "What's a mudblood?"

"You don't know what it means and yet you hit someone for it?"

"It didn't sound exactly complimentary."

"It's not. It's a name people use for those who are not Pureblooded wizards. It's used on Muggle Borns and Half-bloods. Anyone Pureblood who consorts with people like, well, like us, gets called a blood traitor. It's a particularly nasty bit of vernacular."

"So I was right to hit him." Jo said.

"Yeah, you were right to hit him."

"Good."