//Felicitas' POV//

The three across from me looked exhausted. If they didn't wake up soon they were going to end up in their breakfast - especially the guy on the left. I ran a finger nervously through my blue hair - why had I felt the need to dye it? - and wondered if I should try to make conversation. "Make friends," mum had said. Oh, oh...

"Uh," I said, brilliantly. The three of them looked at me rather blankly. I swallowed hard. "Um, hi?"

"Hi," said the one in the middle.

"Er, I'm Felicitas. Felicitas Blythe."

"Kiera," said the girl. "And this is Lillian, and this is Albus."

"Hi," muttered Albus, his eyelids drooping.

"Your hair is blue," said Lillian, offhand.

I felt myself turning red. "Yeah," I mumbled. "I... I dyed it before I got the news."

"Cool," she said.

//Oliver's POV//

Belinda was chattering about something. I wasn't really listening, dividing my attention between some eggs and a piece of toast and staring at Drusilla, who was sitting with her fifth-year friends.

"Are you listening to me, Oliver?" demanded Belinda suddenly.

"Of course," I said automatically.

"Then what did I just say?" she asked slyly.

I concentrated hard. "Something... about... your hair?" I asked weakly.

Belinda snorted. "Staring at Dru again? Honestly, Oliver, why don't you just ask her out?"

"Because she'd say no. Fifth-years don't date underclassmen."

She sighed, impatient with me as always. "Better to crush your dreams in one fell swoop than to spend a lifetime pining away after someone, like--"

"Do you have to bring her up during breakfast?" I asked. "I mean, she was brilliant and all, but she was bloody crazy."

"So?"

"You don't honestly buy into all that stuff?" I asked. She couldn't, everyone knew it was nonsense. "The pureblood entitlement, the right to kill just because we've purer blood than half-bloods and Muggleborns?"

"Better to keep the genetics pure, right? Interbreeding with... Muggles..." she said the word like a curse, "can only increase the likelyhood of squibs and less... competent... wizards."

"Magic degradation through genetic mixing is a myth, Bells," I said exasperated. "You know that. The Ministry conducted a study. An extensive study involving almost two thousand wizarding families of varying descent. There was no difference between the average ability of a Muggleborn to a pureblood - in fact Muggleborns were more likely to have greater ability."

She snorted. "It was weighted."

This threw me a loop. "What?"

She glared at me. "Potter runs the Ministry. The study was weighted."

I gaped at her, mouth slightly ajar. Blind adherence to an outdated dogma was one thing, but this... I noticed Scorpius suddenly looking very interested across the table. Hopefully he didn't buy into it, too.

"Your hero loved a half-blood," I said, rather nastily to tell the truth. "His dad was as Muggle as they get."

"His mum's side was descended from Slytherin himself, and the Percival brothers," she said mildly.

"Potter's mum was Muggleborn, sure, but his dad was descended from the Percival brothers - and his grandparents were on the Black family tree. The family tree of your precious Bellatrix." I couldn't suppress a shudder at the name; some of the things she'd done were, quite simply, repulsive.

"Whatever. Potter's a Muggle-loving freak; the Dark Lord wasn't."

"He's dead, Bells. So is Bellatrix."

She glared at me.

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Name: Myrella Tune

Wand: , 8" phoenix feather (Fauxes's girlfriend's feather)

Age/Year: 11, first

House: Gryffindor

Classes: DADA, Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, Astronomy, Herbology, History of Magic, Ancient Runes

Family: Half or Mixed Blood (Daughter of Michael and Luna (Lovegood) Tune

Appearance: Medium tall, Wavy/Straight/Curly blonde hair, normal weight, bright, piercing blue eyes