[ hermione watches him warily, unsure about continuing - not because she doesn't think he understands but because the very culture of the world she comes from is still a sore spot and she doesn't want any echoes to hurt him. she nods her head, awkwardly, at the basic summary of pureblood culture; rich and a little uptight, yes. ] That's the majority, but please don't think it's a stereotype. The world is changing and things are getting much, much better. It's just taking a little time.

[ oh, now there's a question. her lips curl into a proud little smile and she sits a little taller, exceptionally proud of herself and her house, obviously. ] Gryffindor. The Sorting Hat - the magical hat that reads our minds and tells us where we belong - described it in a song. 'You might belong in Gryffindor where dwell the brave at heart. Their daring, nerve and chivalry set Gryffindors apart.'