"September Thorburn," September Thorburn said. Her attention appeared to be off of the other people in the carriage and onto her hair... which rapidly darkened to black, whilst her eyes shifted to golden rather than the eerie red of beforehand. She scooped up Antoinette and shuffled to make room for Mary, whilst looking at the other people in the compartment. So, one was at least a half-blood. Better than nothing, she supposed.

"Ye're a muggleborn, ye're a half-blood... an' the rest o' ye?" the metamorphmagus questioned, indicating the correct two. There was no point in giving her parents' professions; only one other person would even [i]know[/i] what her mother did, and she didn't want to search through muggle terminology for it.