Those same wars are fought by wizards, and often alongside. Our communities may be separate, Mr. Graham, but make no mistake -- our histories interweave.
My father was imprisoned for his attacks on muggle children. Two of the boys died, as he did himself just recently in Azkaban. My mother was abandoned while still but a child for her inclinations to magic, and grew up as much an orphan as my brother would later be.
I am well-versed in the goods and the ills of both worlds, Mr. Graham. Violence and hatred are the eternal capacity of man, just as love and acceptance; magic is only another means of their venture. I see you as my equal, but that does not preclude the judgment of your broader society, nor of mine.
And make no mistake, mine is as wanting.
A divided relationship is far from ideal, and it is one entirely of our own building. I take issue with the Statute, but for the time being, those of my world must work within it.
The world isn't working, Mr. Graham, and a people so cut in half are as a house of cards, soon to crumble. Integration is inevitable, and its day will come. It must, lest the decision find itself made for us -- uglier, and the more bitter for it.
[ Not that this got bitter at all itself... ]
I regret that you must leave the school; I think that you would have had a great deal to teach and to give, if our present conversation is any indication. It is not a sacrifice soon forgotten.
A note -- I do not understand 'psychopathy', Mr. Graham, because the vocabulary simply does not exist. Neither have I heard of 'psychiatry' before now. I make a point of staying up-to-date with the non-magical sciences of my day (for magic is itself but the manipulation of the natural world's energies) and yet admit complete unfamiliarity with the term. It strikes me, that given the abundance of years between us, it is a field which may not presently exist.
The years are quickly forgotten, but not always so easily breached. As a well-intentioned reminder only, I hail from 1909.
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My father was imprisoned for his attacks on muggle children. Two of the boys died, as he did himself just recently in Azkaban. My mother was abandoned while still but a child for her inclinations to magic, and grew up as much an orphan as my brother would later be.
I am well-versed in the goods and the ills of both worlds, Mr. Graham. Violence and hatred are the eternal capacity of man, just as love and acceptance; magic is only another means of their venture. I see you as my equal, but that does not preclude the judgment of your broader society, nor of mine.
And make no mistake, mine is as wanting.
A divided relationship is far from ideal, and it is one entirely of our own building. I take issue with the Statute, but for the time being, those of my world must work within it.
The world isn't working, Mr. Graham, and a people so cut in half are as a house of cards, soon to crumble. Integration is inevitable, and its day will come. It must, lest the decision find itself made for us -- uglier, and the more bitter for it.
[ Not that this got bitter at all itself... ]
I regret that you must leave the school; I think that you would have had a great deal to teach and to give, if our present conversation is any indication. It is not a sacrifice soon forgotten.
A note -- I do not understand 'psychopathy', Mr. Graham, because the vocabulary simply does not exist. Neither have I heard of 'psychiatry' before now. I make a point of staying up-to-date with the non-magical sciences of my day (for magic is itself but the manipulation of the natural world's energies) and yet admit complete unfamiliarity with the term. It strikes me, that given the abundance of years between us, it is a field which may not presently exist.
The years are quickly forgotten, but not always so easily breached. As a well-intentioned reminder only, I hail from 1909.