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Laurel nodded in agreement. "She's in good company then with Corny."
"Ew," Mia said, gagging. "Don't call him that."
Laurel laughed, her blue eyes drawn down to the massively large emerald ring on
her left hand, looking at it with gratitude. "Did you hear the way he addressed me? 'That
business' he says. Arranged marriage or not, I'd sooner Avada myself than be caught dead
on the arm of that toad."
"Umbridge or Fudge?"
Laurel snorted. "You're wicked. Are you sure you were sorted properly?"
Mia shrugged remembering the tone of disdain that the Sorting Hat had given her
when she threatened to set it on fire. "Not always. Are you just hiding from Fudge? I was
under the impression the Wizengamot was inducting a new member to their familial seat
today," she said knowingly.
Laurel rolled her eyes but offered a smile in reply. "It's ridiculous really. Hyperion
isn't even twenty-five, and his father's forcing him to take up the seat just so he and my hag
of a mother-in-law can retire and move away. 'Too many damn Mudbloods in this country!'
is what my father-in-law says, and Hyperion just eats it all right up because that's what's
expected of him." She shook her head in disappointment. "Take the familial seat, run the
business, throw the parties."
"You married a Slytherin," Mia reminded her.
"I am a Slytherin."
"One of very few I consider a friend; don't push your luck, you snake." Mia chuckled
when Laurel stuck her tongue out at her. "Does Hyperion really believe all that anti-
Muggle-born nonsense?"
She knew from the future that the Greengrass family had been quite the fence-
sitters during the war, and though Daphne and Astoria had never gone out of their way to
be cruel to her, both girls had been at least somewhat friendly with the likes of Pansy
Parkinson. Although, after meeting Laurel, she could have attributed that fact to their
family connection; the girls were actually cousins.
Laurel shrugged her shoulders and sighed. "Here and there. But he had a Muggle-
born friend in school, so he's not a purist like his father or the rest of those sheep."
"Isn't your own father one of those sheep?"