Do you remember when you first heard your favorite band? Remember how the singer’s voice sounded perfect, like it’s the voice you’ve been waiting to hear your entire life? How the drums arose something that was hidden within you? How the guitars blended perfectly to light a fiery passion for life you never knew you had? Remember how you felt invincible hearing them? I hope you do.
a muggleborn student gets called a mudblood, so they lick their hand and wipe it on the pureblood’s face, singing “got mud on your face, you big disgrace, somebody better put you back into your place”
all the muggleborns in the vicinity immediately go *STOMP STOMP CLAP* repeatedly gettting closer and closer to the pureblood
and the pureblood’s like “holy shit is this some muggle damning ritual or something AM I GOING TO HELL I’M SORRY”