"Muggleborn," Euan replied proudly. Considering how easily he had taken to Evan, it should have been shocking that he was a Muggleborn — and open about it, to boot. But that was the kind of person that Euan was. If he had the opportunity, he'd probably try to befriend Voldemort himself. After a lot of shrieking and finger-jabbing, of course.
"What about you? Not that it really matters. I don't go in for the whole— blood shite. It's all blue and red in the end, yeah?"
He rolled onto his side, then flopped onto his back again, arms spread out on either side of him.
Caradoc must have been from a few decades before him; he acted like 2005 was a far way off, but he didn't talk like he was coming out of the first World War. Curiouser and curiouser.