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sure, he listened. he hadnât exactly expected pandora to delve straight into a long, thought out lecture on the subject, but he listened nevertheless, and uncharacteristically, he took most of it in. however, as he listened, his gaze dropped, his posture shifted and his cheeks began to tint, and he bit his lip, ruminating.Â
pandoraâs little lecture seemed motherly to him somehow, and yet it didnât sit quite right, probably because it seemed the exact opposite of something his own mother would say.Â
â uh⌠yeah, â he agreed hesitantly, as he tried to formulate an intelligent response quickly. quite taken aback by the whole thing, he found himself at a loss, and instead stammered through what he hoped would end up a convincing retort.Â
â itâs just⌠they expect us to evolve and evolve all the time, and accept all this new shit, and i just donât get it, cause in my eyes, thereâs good evolutions, like when we all got here and realised these half-bloods arenât as bad as any of our parents say they are, and like, i think most of those lot are pretty decent now, and pretty good in class and stuff, and some muggle borns too. and thatâs cool to me because they didnât know any of this shit for like, what ? ten years of their life ? i mean, thatâs crazy. and i get all that, like, i get that weâre not better than everyone else even though our families tried to shove our heads up our own arses when we were younger, and i think thatâs evolution, and its good evolution. but all iâm saying is hearing an intelligent pure-blooded witch wondering if thereâs gonna be muggle âwi-fiâ in hogsmeade of all places, well, iâm still saying that sounds like some fucked up evolution to me. âÂ
he held his hands up with an expression of equal pride and relief, glad to have got all the way to the end of his rant without having faltered too badly. as pandora mentioned his father, however, his brow furrowed again. â actually, â he countered, attempting to take her comparison to his dad as light-heartedly as he possibly could, despite it stinging as it always did, â i sound nothing like him, cause he wouldnât have bothered to explain himself, he just wouldâve like, scoffed, and then gone right back to reading his paper. â
   âI do hope you donât think thatâs the only thing on my mind,â she teased, though her face was more serious as she considered what he said. All of which, unfortunately to her, made sense. It made her wonder about her own conditioning â was prejudice that ingrained that she couldnât understand and even BELIEVE what he was saying? Was it so part of her biological make up that heâd actually convinced her, heâd actually made sense of the ignorance theyâd been taught? The carefully constructed facade, the face she painted was something that held even more weight than usual as right then and there, if she could, she wouldâve put her head in her hands. Pandora wouldâve ran her hands through her hair, she wouldâve just sat and thought, quietly, silently, but she was having a conversation. In public. Then was not the time to break apart with doubt, even if Augustus was allowed to hear hers.
   One of the privileged few allowed to know her questions and even allowed to give her answers. She actually listened to him, respected him, would she lose him once she left it all behind? If she ever ended up having the courage to do so?
   âFine, I take it back, youâre right, I couldnât imagine having this discussion with either of our parents,â upon realizing that it may have been a sore spot, she gently placed a hand on his shoulder, âI apologize. Iâd hate being compared to my parents,â and it was true. No matter how much she loved her father, rest his soul, sheâd never want to be compared to either of her parents, not really.Â
   Removing her hand, Pandora went back to thinking, to having a dicussion, to using her MIND. âAnyways, youâve actually made an excellent point -- Iâm very wrapped up in the innovation of it all that I donât think Iâm extremely aware of itâs effect on the Wizarding Community but I think itâs important to note that the alternative is delaying progress. You could argue that progress and decay are two sides of the same coin, but, itâs inevitable -- weâre going to have to mingle even more than we already have with muggles so we donât have to marry our cousins,â she shrugged. âMuggles will bring their inventions and things no matter what but I do agree, maybe we need more COLLABORATION. Though, we know why that canât be achieved at the present moment with certain ... extremist groups popping up.âÂ
   Did she mean the Order or the Death Eaters? The ambiguity was the point. âYouâd have made a good Ravenclaw.â













