"...and of course you've misplaced the proper paperwork," he finished, unsurprised. With the girl's father the way he'd been, it was no wonder that she couldn't find anything. Merlin's sake, he'd probably burned all of their records in a fit of rage or something obscenely ridiculous like that.
Grayson frowned to himself and then nodded out the door of the Ministry. "Perhaps we should ... take a walk, Fiona." Hopefully she wouldn't think that he was taking her to the back-alley to put her out of her suspect-bloodline-misery. If it was someone else he might've considered it, but he did know Fiona and he assumed that she was a pureblood out of his own good conscience. If she wasn't, dating her had been a very terrible mistake.
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