"Luckily," Elizabeth began. "I suddenly feel at ease. If that is the most in-depth remark you could make in response, you truly have no passion for your 'cause'. You even possibly only believe in from parental teachings- I know those can be influential without an incredibly strong mind. Incidentally, that leads me to believe that you wouldn't get much farther than out-right attempts at assaulting muggle-borns in your pro-pureblood campaign."
She reffered to a previous statement, "Lord Voldemort thought of how to use this to his advantage in a stroke of brilliance. You simply listened to your parents, and I assume rant to anyone within hearing distance about it. Which gains you few allies- and a great many enemies."
Elizabeth's face morphed into her usual light smile. "In fact, I suppose now that I've almost challenged you to come forward with something more in-depth than an outright assault, you may try it."
Liz's smile was still in place, although her eyes suddenly seemed to be vacant. "Once you look into things, and think about it beyond what you have, you might believe differently."
Liz took out her handkerchief and shrugged. "All in all, quite interesting to meet you, although I suppose I've met you in several different incarnations throughout the years."
She wrapped the makeshift bandage around her hand.