[Good God in heaven, that was not what he was expecting. He can appreciate him being thorough, though.]
So I'd be a muggle, right? Was there no better word? We sound like some sort of defenseless slimy fish. A dog. A sort of woodland creature. You say this Lord Voldemort underestimate us because of a disgust of us—does that transfer over to the rest of your world? I can understand not wanting us to know about magic. I do not imagine that would go over well at all. We'd panic. We'd be terrified. Salem Witch Trials and others throughout the years prove as much. So we can't produce magic, no. But is it understood that we have other means to take care of ourselves, or is there some sort of condescension amongst your people for us? Not that I'm implying you think less of me for not having this heritage, but I would like to know in advance.
I've met Professor Snape, as I'm sure you know. He gave me my spot [as a glorified substitute, let's be real] at the school. I gave Sirius Black a dog recently. Very slobbery, prone to snorting—I knew he must have been good people in some way when he took to him so well, despite the nature of the dog. Not much contact with the others, if any.
I understand that these are your people, and I would never want to harm another without extreme reason. I know what psychopath means. I work with psychologists and psychiatrists, those that get into the minds of others to help them work through their issues. Confidentiality is just as important with them as it is in my career. I will by no means use any of this information against anyone. I will never mention what you have told me to them, and not to anyone else. I do not want a more intimate conversation with you, which is not to say I find your company undesirable.
I will do more homework into this, I assure you. You will know when I have, as soon as I can get it all in order. I will not be subtle about it, but I'll do it a way that won't be all that easy to pick up on. It would, most likely, be best if either you or Professor Snape asked me to leave the school after it. I'll be understanding, not spiteful about it. And I will, before it happens, leave a resignation letter and a booklet on how he can help train his emu.
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So I'd be a muggle, right? Was there no better word? We sound like some sort of defenseless slimy fish. A dog. A sort of woodland creature. You say this Lord Voldemort underestimate us because of a disgust of us—does that transfer over to the rest of your world? I can understand not wanting us to know about magic. I do not imagine that would go over well at all. We'd panic. We'd be terrified. Salem Witch Trials and others throughout the years prove as much. So we can't produce magic, no. But is it understood that we have other means to take care of ourselves, or is there some sort of condescension amongst your people for us? Not that I'm implying you think less of me for not having this heritage, but I would like to know in advance.
I've met Professor Snape, as I'm sure you know. He gave me my spot [as a glorified substitute, let's be real] at the school. I gave Sirius Black a dog recently. Very slobbery, prone to snorting—I knew he must have been good people in some way when he took to him so well, despite the nature of the dog. Not much contact with the others, if any.
I understand that these are your people, and I would never want to harm another without extreme reason. I know what psychopath means. I work with psychologists and psychiatrists, those that get into the minds of others to help them work through their issues. Confidentiality is just as important with them as it is in my career. I will by no means use any of this information against anyone. I will never mention what you have told me to them, and not to anyone else. I do not want a more intimate conversation with you, which is not to say I find your company undesirable.
I will do more homework into this, I assure you. You will know when I have, as soon as I can get it all in order. I will not be subtle about it, but I'll do it a way that won't be all that easy to pick up on. It would, most likely, be best if either you or Professor Snape asked me to leave the school after it. I'll be understanding, not spiteful about it. And I will, before it happens, leave a resignation letter and a booklet on how he can help train his emu.
Sound good to you?