We ate lunch and my mother asked me to go bring him sightseeing since my sister needs to stay as our family has something else to discuss with.

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"So, where do you wanna go first?" I asked. He shrugged. "I don't know. You tell me!". "How about, buying some ice cream?" I suggest as our parents gave us money. "Sure! Let's go!" He smiled. After buying ice cream, I brought him to enjoy the view at a nearby meadow. It really is a breathtaking view. "I felt really calm here most of the time. Don't you think so?" I asked him, while resting myself as I sit with my knees to my chest. "Yeah, it's really calm and serene here." He agreed. I smiled. "You know, you should really be here during sunset. It's really mesmerizing". I suggested. He layed flat on his back. "Yeah, sure." I layed beside him; we both waiting for sunset. "How is it at your Manor?" I asked. "Nothing much like here. I mean, we do have a garden at our backyard, but the weather, and the climate, isn't really much like over here." He said, looking upwards. I grinned. "Your parents? I mean, did they teach you about focusing on pure-bloods?" He asked. "Yeah, but most of the time, it's my dad." I shrugged; I don't really liked it when they asked me to talk about him. It's like I'm allergic to him. "Honestly, do you really care that much about blood purity?" I asked. "Of course, I believed that if I were to marry a pure-blood, it'll make sure that my offsprings will be great people right?" He smirked. I frowned. "I don't really think so. I think that our offsprings greatness rely on how we raised them as an example. If we thaught them to steal, then they'll steal, if we taught them to hate muggle-borns and the so-called blood traitors, they'll hate them. Don't you think so?". "Well, maybe you are right. But why are you saying all this? Didn't your father also focuses on blood-purity?" He said, confused. "Well, maybe the blood is passed down to me, but the ideology or perception that I should marry a pure-blood only didn't get inherited to neither me nor my sister." I smiled. A moment of silence passed between the both of us as we watched the sun setting. "I think your hair's nice." He smiled, looking at my hair. "Thanks, yours too. I really hoped that my hair's blonde too, y'know?" I sighed; holding and twirling my black hair in my fingers. "Do you know? Beauty shouldn't be judged by physical appearances too, it also should be judged by one's heart. So, it doesn't matter if someone says your hair looks bad, as long as you chose too stay on the good side, everything will be okay." He said, standing up. I was shocked. No one really made feel really good about my hair before. "Ready to leave? I'm starving." "Oh, uh, yeah, sure, let's go home..." I said, whilst standing up. We leaved the meadow and went back home