Barty frowned over the mention of movies. He knew what they were, but he didn't think he had ever seen one. He didn't think he would ever have wanted to see one, they being a Muggle creation.
As Debi and Padma continued talking his disquiet increased, until he realised with an unpleasant shock that Debi was Muggleborn. He stared at her for a moment in dismay, and then quickly lowered his gaze, hoping that his reaction hadn't been noticed.
He twisted his fingers together in his lap. Did it matter that she was Muggleborn? Right here and now, he thought maybe not. He knew that she was a nice person, and an intelligent witch, but he could already feel his stomach rolling as another part of him sickened at the thought of his having befriended a Muggleborn. It was not that long ago that he had caused the death of Muggleborns, and that had been before he had started remembering his past, when all he had to believe in were Bella's words. He had tried to distance himself from that hatred and madness, but his past, recent or ancient, was inescapable.
Sitting quietly as the two women talked, Barty struggled to get his emotions under control, wishing over and over that he be granted yet another chance to wipe the slate clean, so that this time he could do the right thing.