they take you from one world and throw you into another, and they make it clear that you belong to neither. the magic brims from your fingertips and makes a mockery of the mortal blood that runs through your veins. mundane, magic. muggle, wizard. you are neither. you are both. haven't you ever looked in the mirror and thought: i must be something better.

a mix for mud pride, for mud rights, for mud status, for mud supremacy. cut them open, and see how pure their blood is then.

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