This turned out longer than what I had expected, don't worry I am not planning on similar length posts as this continues. :D
It had been late afternoon when Kendra decided to stealthily make her way up to the 5th floor and sneak into the almost completely abandoned classroom. She had been wandering for quite some time after all. Nobody really knew what the room had ever been used for. There had been some rumors going around saying that back in the founding years of Hogwarts a professor had been using this room to enlist students in some Dark Society while covering it up as a lesson. Then again, the older students would often say things just to scare the younger ones, Kendra knew better than to fall for everything she was told.
Truth was, the day had been stressful. Kendra was no big fan of conflict, yet it seemed there was always a way for her to get in awkward situations. Earlier that day there had been a fight in the common room, the reason behind it being very silly but as it progressed the blood status matter had come up. The outcome of the fight had been rather uncalled for, as the muggle-born ended up accusing the pure-blood of discrimination while in reality it had been the other way around. Heavy words had been exchanged, that had to do with pure-blood families, and it came to a point where Kendra couldn't stand it anymore. She had quickly picked her things up and stormed off.
Kendra found it very hard to find a place of peace and quiet in the castle. She would often go out by the lake but on that particular day the weather had been horrible and the rain hadn't stopped pouring since early in the morning. She had tried searching for the Room of Requirement but it seemed her need of sollitude was not serious enough for the Room to appear to her. So, that left her with only one choice, the 5th floor abandoned classroom.
She had pulled up a chair and she was sitting by the window leaning against the windowsill on her elbow, her head resting on her hand while looking out at the storm clouds. She was trying to find peace, but she kept dwelling on what had happened back in the common room. Pure-bloods... half-bloods... muggle-borns... Why did things have to be so complicated? She slowly took out a quill and some parchment. Taking a deep breath, she prepared herself to write a letter to her family. After about five minutes of pondering she sighed realising that was probably the worst time for something like that. Her eyes lingered on the quill's sharp tip. "If there's a difference then maybe I can see it" she thought. She calmly pressed her finger onto it until some blood came out. Kendra observed as it dripped on the blank parchment a few times before it stopped.
There it was, the pure blood everyone had been going crazy about since the beginning of time. It was right before her eyes yet it didn't seem all too special. Who would have thought something so simple could result in such dispute. The mere thought was enought to blow Kendra's mind.