I was the descendant of Gormlaith. I had Gormlaith's blood. I hated knowing that. I didn't want to be related to one of the most horrible witches ever. But, I still had that small fraction of evil. And that evil would expand to a horrible size.

Pauline had learned to stay far away from me. If I was on the opposite side of a corridor, she would rush away. "What a scaredy cat", I thought. If she didn't come near me, I had to pick on someone else. I passed by many purebloods. Whenever I came by one of them, I just congratulated them for having so much magical bloodline. When I came across a half-blood, I just ignored them and went along with my day. I was horrible to any Mudbloods that passed by.

"Ooh", I said, "We have ourselves a horrible Mudblood on our hands. It's time for some torture!" Without thinking, I went ahead and punched him. Blood poured out of his nose. I came to my senses and said, "Dylan! So sorry about that..." Now I knew why he didn't like me.

Julie seemed much more happy than she had ever been. I saw she was also being mean to Mudbloods. Whenever she was being mean to Pauline, I said, "Nice one Julie!" Soon after, all Mudbloods were afraid of Julie and I. Some Purebloods actually started praising us.