She watched them walk away with a hard stare boring holes into their backs (oh, how she wished she actually had that ability). How bloody rude? What, did they think that muggleborns were going to try and blow up the alley, or something? No, leave that to the psychotic purebloods who believed that the only way to have peace in the world was to wipe out thee unfortunate souls that didn't have such a rich history.
Ugh.
Agatha turned back to Fredrick, the frown still upon her face. Now that she was looking at him, she began to think about how on earth she hadn't been able to tell he was a wizard. He'd looked so relaxed and calm in the muggle world---well, okay, being muggleborn would help with that, but still. Agatha didn't even know if she was behaving like a muggle, so--maybe she just didn't know.
"I'm fine, are you okay? Those bloody berks are just abusing their power---" Agatha put out a hand, gesturing toward Fredrick, "Muggleborns aren't allowed in wizarding areas without an escort, because of those idiot Acts the Ministry keeps passing."
She puffed her cheeks, though. This completely changed her game plan, about accidentally bumping into Fredrick in the muggle world after stalking him for a few hours. Maybe this was the better way to go.
"So. You're a wizard. Fancy that."
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