She jumped and nearly let out a shriek at the sudden appearance of her husband. Madeleine would never get used to Nick just popping out of thin air, but this time she was glad that he'd made his quick entrance. She pointed a stiff finger at the official, beginning a rant in rapidly fierce Italian. Huffing as she wound down, she crossed her arms once more.
"--and he will not tell me a thing."
"Mister. Hooke," said the official, completely ignoring her, "we at the Ministry of Magic have reason to believe that your blood status is not that of a pureblood wizard, and that you have forged your records."
Madeleine's brow furrowed. What? What does that mean, 'pureblood'? She knew that--she knew Nicholas' family was--of high society, but was that the same thing? She turned toward her husband, a confused looking pout on her face.
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