I’m sorry.”
“I’m not interested.”
“I’m sorry!”
“Save your breath”
It was nighttime. Lily, who was wearing a dressing gown, stood with
her arms folded in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady, at the entrance to
Gryffindor Tower. “I only came out because Mary told me you were
threatening to sleep here.”
“I was. I would have done. I never meant to call you Mudblood, it just – ”
“Slipped out?” There was no pity in Lily’s voice. “It’s too late. I’ve made excuses
for you for years. None of my friends can understand why I even talk to you. You
and your precious little Death Eater friends – you see, you don’t even deny it! You
don’t even deny that’s what you’re all aiming to be! You can’t wait to join YouKnow-Who, can you?”
He opened his mouth, but closed it without speaking.
“I can’t pretend anymore. You’ve chosen your way, I’ve chosen mine.”
“No – listen, I didn’t mean – ”
“ – to call me Mudblood? But you call everyone of my birth Mudblood, Severus.
Why should I be any different?