A/N: I don't own any of these settings or characters (except maybe Harvest and Isla/Titiana. I really have to find out about that.). They are all J.K. Rowling's. Thanks to all of you who post reviews on this story. It's going to go on for a while, and so constructive criticism is welcome. And one last thing: am I doing a better job at spelling Titiana's name? I sure hope so. My spell checker still doesn't like it, but I do. You probably want the story now, so here you go.

After Transfiguration, I rush to the Slytherin common room. I had a feeling that Harvest was one of those people who are always early, and sure enough, there she was, lounging on a couch.

"Hey, Harvest! I'm here!" I said, just loud enough to reach her. The common room seemed like a place where you couldn't be too loud.

She looked at me. "Hello, Titiana. Good afternoon."

"Wow!" I laughed.

"Why 'wow'? I was being polite."

"Oh…just, no one really talks like that. The only one I know of is…" I thought for a moment. "Professor Dumbledore."

She sniffed haughtily. "Well, from what I know of him, Professor Dumbledore is a man it would do us all good to be more like!"

"True. Now, what are your questions? We aren't just here to be polite." I sat down next to her.

"First: What are these houses? I have a minute grasp of them, but…."

"I see. Well, the four are Slytherin, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff. Slytherins are ambitious and clever (like Ravenclaws, except more…willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want), but you'll find we have a bad reputation. Gryffindors are the brave and courageous ones. Ravenclaws are the ones who solve the problems, they're smart and methodical. Hufflepuffs have a weak stereotype, but you'll find they're very hard-working. Got it?"

"I think so?" Harvest said. "It's going to take me a while to keep them straight. I'll probably have made a fool of myself calling Hufflepuffs 'Puffers' in no time. But anyways, second question. What is 'Mudblood'?"

I gasped. "Someone called you that?"

"Yeah. It sounded bad, but I didn't know what it was."

"Who was it?"

"The tall boy? I think he's Head Boy, or something like that. With the green eyes? Him."

"That git! I'll get him!"

"There's still the matter that I don't even know what it means," Harvest reminded me.

"Oh. It's an insult for a witch or wizard who is born to Muggles. You must have magical blood somewhere in your family tree, but not in your immediate family."

"Does that mean that I'm not as good at magic as the rest of the 'Pureblood' people, whatever that is?"

"No, not at all. And Pureblood is when both your parents are of magical blood. Most Slytherins are Pureblood, even I am, but not all. You're a testimony to that. The other Slytherins just like rubbing it in people's faces."

"So I'm rare?"

"If you want to think of it that way, yes."

"Huh. Well, thanks for giving me some answers."

"Anytime. And by the way, if that git calls you a Mudblood again, just come to me, and I'll…I don't know, but it'll be bad."

"I can take care of it myself. But thanks for the offer."

"Yup. Just call me, certified Git Buster."