I take the document between forefinger and thumb as it is handed to me, almost as though I am touching a filthy rag, however when I see the heritage on the card displayed so proudly my attitude changes. Yes, this is a pureblood witch, VERY pureblood. Of course, there are purebloods of all kinds and in and of itself that means nothing. Hell, scum like the Weasleys were pretty pure. Stupid, yes, pathetic, certainly, but a wizarding line nonetheless. Still, I have spoken to her already and am intrigued to see what she has to say. When I hear her accent mutilate my "competitors'" names I cannot resist a tiny smile.<br/><br/>"Miss Riis," I say. "Please, come in. I have a fine wizard wine in the back that I think you will enjoy. It is of the Chateau Blut vineyard which, as I am sure you know, is always mixed with at least a hint of muggle blood."<br/><br/>I lead the way from the shop front into the private rooms, knowing that the spells on the place will prevent thefts. The black-bottled wine is in a cooling tub, chilled to perfection by magical energies. I take two glasses and open the bottle, grinning as it emits its characteristic scream before being poured. It is a minor enchantment certainly, but amusing nonetheless. A moment later I return to the two seats I indicated and hand a glass to Miss Riis.<br/><br/>"Forgive me," I say taking my seat. "I am afraid your attire... is unusual for our kind."<br/>