Pamala walked into the library, disappointed and thankful at the same time that she had not run into her brother. Patrick was such a Hufflepuff it almost hurt. He would look down at her, judge her for what she wanted to do. He would probably join that LV she heard whispers about in the Common Room.
No sir, not for her. There had already been two wars based on the purity of one's blood and all that was done was basically make a word something polite people didn't say. There would always be prejudice, just like in the muggle world.
She pulled out a book and began reading.