"Do you really think that's a good idea?"
Patrick pushed his sunglasses further up his nose, eying the little girl curiously behind the shades. What did she think she was going to do, really? He didn't think that the other witch was right in calling her that filthy name, not at all, but causing a disruption in the middle of the street was not going to end well. It would only attract the wrong kind of attention; people around here weren't too keen on helping the less pure, he could say.
He lifted his gaze to watch the witch walk away, and wondered briefly how she'd been able to tell the girl was of 'lesser' lineage. Did muggleborns and the like have a certain smell? That would definitely explain the scrunched up noses of those in the high society, but Patrick was willing to bet that the witch was, well, just a snotty bitch and felt like passing along some of her hate. Isn't that what they all needed? More hate?
"Letting her be the miserable wench she is far more of a punishment than a little thing like you could give her," he said with a chuckle. Patrick rolled up his sleeves a little more; he needed to get to Twilfit and Tattings for his final fitting for Giada's wedding.
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