Alex struggled not to smile, eventually snorting just a little. "Seriously? Did you just-- I don't know if I want you at my parties anymore."

She looked back toward the house when he did, frowning a little as her eyes followed a couple of people walking inside. "We just are. We have a.. proper outlook and understanding of blood purity. That's all. We're a minority, but we're still the ones who are correct," she muttered automatically, like it was a speech she had rehearsed a hundred times. It was just like her grandmother always said.

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