"Right, because that makes sense." He looked at Morgan a moment and rubbed two of his fingers together, missing the cigarette that should have been between them. "I thought all this fucking pureblooded fuckery had to do with purists. The Death Eaters, and finding or fucking--or fucking something, I don't know. What's the point'a making more people into purebloods, people who'd never been accepted for it in the first--"
Miles stopped himself and then he shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand he then used to point at Morgan. "Fine, then you're a pureblood if that's what people are calling you, and a Bletchley, and I hate to be the one to be breaking this sort of news to you, Morgan, but the Ministry isn't wrong for thinking what they do about us. Not for one cocking minute are they wrong for thinking our family names means something like that. Now I know--I mean, I know your Dad was different then mine, because mine was..."
He flinched, his eyes narrowing slightly and he wondered if Morgan could just pick up on what it was he didn't want to come out and say.