'Mudblood !'
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"Mudbood!" he mutters at me. It's clear as anything and the whole of the Great Hall is silenced. I can't believe he just said that. I thought he loved me. I thought I loved him. His eyes open in suprise as he realizes what he's said. He opens his mouth to apologize, but is cut short. I slap him, the only thing I can do. Gasps are filling the whole room and as my eyes water, I stalk away quickly before anyone see's my tears. Turning back only for a second to whisper "I hate you" looking him dead in the eye.
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