Muggle - Magic hate?

Catori hardly ever did anything but stand out. Though she was a very peaceful person, and preferred her quiet life, she knew people saw her as different. Her skin was deeply tanned from her culture. She couldn't help it, not that she'd want to. She was Native American in Russia. And right now she was dangerously close to death.
She wasn't too sure how bad the muggle-magical hate was, but she really needed to find out. Honestly, this whole cold-war-tension thing was way too unnecessary. But, to join the Protectorus Mundi, this witch needed to see just how bad it was.
She was wearing a dark brown buckskin dress, and her favorite pair of moccasins that her mother made her, her hair smelled of sage.

She knew she stuck out, and didn't mind the looks she was given by many people, as long as she could find someone to talk to.