"Draco!" Wish called out.
Her grandfather turned around at the end of the corridor they were standing in.
"Did I give you permission to use my first name, granddaughter?"
"Actually no, but I assumed that you'd prefer that to me calling you grandpa."
"What do you want, mudblood?"
Wish glared at him. "I told you not to use that word. And I'm not a muggleborn."
"Whatever. You still haven't given me your reason for yelling my name."
"Look, to be honest, I just want to go back home to my own time, and it seems the only way to do that might be to go back to the room that I was in before I was sent back in time. So seeing as we both want me to leave, I'd recommend inviting me over to Malfoy Manor for the winter break so that I can find the room and leave."
"Fine. But you're going to have to explain all this to my parents."
"Great." Wish held out her hand for Draco to shake. He looked at it in disgust for a few moments before hesitantly shaking it.
"You'd better not be a mud—" Wish glared at him. Draco rolled his eyes. "Fine. Muggleborn. I don't want to get any muggle germs on me."
Wish stalked off, laughing hysterically.