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Granger, who knows everything, could tell you that nearly every single culture has a Cinderella story; for example, the goblins have the story of clever Graspclaw who bargained her way to freedom, and the Eastern Veela have Allochka and her golden-feather gown, and late in life Beedle himself penned many a story about a pretty witch in dire straits, and of course the Muggles have ten million versions of their own.
But even Granger doesn’t know the version they tell down in the dungeons, where if you are overlooked, abused, unappreciated, mistreated, or worse, there is still a way out. So this girl —pure-blood, of course— had her father marry some half-breed. And then what was rightfully hers was taken away, y’see?
And so she had to do something about it.
And naturally if you bring something stupid into the story like a fairy godmother or a pumpkin carriage (fairies are for mocking, and pumpkins are for juicing, yeah?), you’ll get laughed right out of the dungeons. No Slytherin worth his or her salt is going to wait around for a fairy godmother.
You can tell a lot about people by how they tell a story.