Harry was annoyed. What right did that old guy have to judge him like that, to automatically assume he was muggleborn just because he had an unpopular opinion? He didn't really want to think about it. He sighed softly and finished his fag, flicking it to the ground and crushing it beneath the sole of his shoe before he headed back into the pub.
"Haven't found someone else to bully yet? I'm shocked." He commented dryly as he passed the big bad Ministry worker with the fancy title. Really, who had a title that long or pompous? He scoffed to himself and went to get a shot of vodka.