Com tantas regras quebradas nas últimas semanas, a Fada Madrinha decidira que apenas detenções não corrigiriam a postura de Lance. Portanto, o rapaz foi colocado para trabalhar. Ficaria duas semanas encarregado de apresentar a escola a uma aluna nova, devendo ajudá-la a se adaptar e eliminar todas as dúvidas que poderiam surgir. A tarefa não era nada desejada, ainda assim, lá estava Lance, apresentando os estábulos para Maeve. “Aqui ficam os cavalos normais. Mais a frente, você encontra os cavalos alados” explicou, com pouca animação. Em seguida, como uma piada do destino, avistou a equipe de equitação treinando a bons metros de distância. Um revirar de olhos tomou conta da expressão de Lance assim que notou o capitão unir o grupo. Deveria estar vibrando com a suspensão do filho de Gaston. Por aquele motivo isolado, não via a hora de recuperar o direito de voltar à equipe. 

                                   「 — △ ❛ Existem algumas pessoas, e as primeiras são meus familiares: Skyler, @khione-dearendelle e até mesmo @meeranoalvo. Claro que @rxwenna seria uma dessas também, minha filha que não me pertence, e também a @arendellenellie. Mas eu faria em relação à qualquer pessoa, não sou algum tipo de mártir, mas acredito que a maldição me deixa fadado à isso, e se eu pudesse salvar alguém ao ir para o outro lado, eu o faria…」

                                      「 — △ ❛ Eu confio muito fácil nas pessoas, e sempre acredito no melhor de cada uma. Então é fácil quebrar o meu coração, visto que o coração não se parte apenas em sentidos românticos. Eu já paerti meu coração quando me afastei de um amigo, e ele partiu meu coração nas vezes em que tentei arrumar tudo mas fui impedida. Mas em campo romântico, o Hadrían já fez isso, ele foi meu único namorado, mas não existe mágoas quanto à isso... 」

Embora tivesse passado apenas uma pequena parte de sua vida em Ethereal, Nellie sempre fazia questão de ajudar alunos novos — que não fossem da Ostium, claro — a se enturmarem. No entanto, havia perdido a última cerimônia de abertura do ano letivo por um pequeno problema de saúde, o que dificultava a tarefa. Mesmo assim, Nellie não desistiu, mantinha seus olhos atentos a qualquer rosto desconhecido com um brilho característico de calouros. Foi assim que teve sua atenção chamada por outra garota de cabelos dourados e aparência simpática em meio a festa. “Olá. Acho que eu não te conheço.”

So for those who don't know, this is my dA account which has been mostly inactive for several months but I feel like making a come back :D

I understood where Hermione was coming from, because FUCK SLAVERY—but SPEW was set up all wrong. I believe it was mentioned in an interview that all of the house-elves were under a spell that compelled them not only to be slaves to the wizards, but to be good and devoted ones. (Dobby seems to have been something of an anomaly.)  

Hermione never tried to break this spell, which would have at least restored their ability to choose whether they wanted to serve or not. She never did any research about the house-elf culture that had grown up in hundreds of years of ensorcelled servitude; she never bothered to learn about their values, their traditions, their beliefs, or their ways of coping with horrible masters.  She never asked the house-elves what they wanted from wizards.

And I can see why she reacted the way she did. She was a kid, and a rather idealistic one. More important, she was a Muggleborn. She didn’t grow up with the idea (as Ron did) that house-elf slavery was normal. She saw something that was wrong, and she wanted to fix it. 

The problem was that she attacked the effect and not the cause. Instead of eliminating the spell compelling them to serve (for they still would have been able to serve if they chose), she started trying to give the house-elves clothing in order to free them—clothing which she knew that they didn’t want and regarded as an insult. It never occurred to her that she was doing the same thing that the wizard who originally enchanted them had done: deciding to impose her will on an entire race because she believed that she knew what was best for them. That, in fact, her opinion mattered more than theirs did. Most of the time, the text (I think unconsciously) presented Hermione’s considerable efforts to create clothing and drum up dissent among the ranks as attempts to save lesser beings who didn’t understand that she was trying to help them. That the people she’s trying to help might have opinions of their own, might have things that they wanted more than Hermione’s agenda, or might have actually been trying to make their situation better in a very different way before SPEW came along…none of this is ever considered, either by Hermione or the narrative.

The worst part is that SPEW strengthens Hermione’s conviction that she has the right to impose her will on those who are weaker for their own good. She does the same thing in Deathly Hallows to her parents, taking away their choices, their decisions and, fundamentally, who they are because she believes that she knows best. Admittedly, she has more status than the house-elves and more magic than her parents, and yes, she means well. But…I’ve never believed that oppression is less oppressive when it’s imposed out of well-meant benevolence.

 I would have been a lot happier if, after founding SPEW, Hermione had learned that she was doing it all wrong. I would have been delighted if removing her parents’ memories had had horrible consequences that taught her that imposing her will on others without their consent was wrong and damaging—even if she meant well. But that didn’t happen.  The narrative presented SPEW as naive and foolish but not harmful, while removing her parents’ memories without telling them was presented as clever and completely reasonable…if emotionally painful for Hermione.