Padrig managed to catch himself barely as the chair disappeared, keeping on his feet, and watching her go, his eyes dark and a little dangerous.
Yes. He would most definitely rout out any Mudbloods. Like his fucking father. And Marietta. He would finally be someone she would be proud to be with, instead of just blindly in love with. He knew she would never be with Halfblood Padrig Cadwallader. Not forever. But perhaps now. Now he might be someone to be reckoned with.