 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Was he the only one feeling awfully uncomfortable in class today? Henry knew that Muggle Studies was meant to be an appreciation for Muggle culture, or at least he thought it was. But the candid opinions of at least a few of his classmates really kind of bothered him. He wasn't Muggle-born himself, but his parents were, meaning that much of his family were Muggles. And he was really put off by people saying they pitied them or found them ignorant.
Henry took a deep breath and tried to think about a response that would defend Muggles but still be respectful of other opinions. Muggles were just people like them, just without the magical abilities. But some of the answers were just plain rude. It probably didn't matter at this point because the teacher was moving on anyway.
He didn't really agree with what Skylar was saying, because while it was true that they themselves could not use cast spells with a wand before age eleven and were not allowed to do so outside of Hogwarts until the age of seventeen, he would guess nearly everyone here came from magical families who did use magic around them and for them. It was not nearly the same thing as going without. But he did not feel like saying that, or answering the question either. He thought he could live without magic if he had to, not that he wanted to. But he knew what it was like to live like a Muggle - at least close enough.
To be honest, the general vibe he was getting right now was a little bothersome. For now he remained uncharacteristically quiet and doodled in the margin of his parchment. He was listening though, just didn't feel like contributing at the moment.
__________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________
______________________don't you worry I'll be fine
_________________________________________________you were good for the plot line |