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Squinching his eyes shut, Trevor shook his head at her stubbornness. It wasn't hard! It was pretty much obvious. There were good families and then there were ones like the Weasleys there were little better than the mudbloods. "It's not all about name and what's inna linneneage...eage," he tried to explain, confusing himself in his attempt to do in depth. "I mean it's what you do. And they don't act...right, see?" A yawn interrupted anymore rambles and Trev stretched slightly, looking at her blankly, his train of thought long disrailed. "Where'd my wine go?" He felt very sure he had one when he came over.