Bill wasn't normally the type to be stunned to silence, but Eric had managed it. In fact, Bill wasn't sure he'd ever met anyone quite so...blatant?
"Err, yes," he said. "I'm the oldest of the lot. And I'm quite aware of our supposed reputation, but honestly, I don't think much on it and neither does my family. Being Pureblood was never something we were taught to be proud of nor was it something we were ever encouraged to flaunt. We are happy and we are all proud of my father, even if he's a little unconventional."
Finishing off his sandwich, he added,
"And I completely agree with you about the Death Eaters, though I imagine you know my political standing thanks to my last name. But really, it's just stupid. Why blood purity has anything to do with anything is beyond me. I know plenty of Half-bloods and Muggleborns who are as talented, if not more so, than many Purebloods."
He poured the last of his tea from the pot into his cup and took a long sip as he watched Eric with his book.
"I should let you get back to reading," he said. "Politics is never good discussion. But it was nice to run into you and thank you for sharing your table."