UNDERSTAND``

[Pippin LeBeau]

^credit

There was a time for fun and games, and then there was a time for serious business. Now was the perfect opportunity for the latter.

Things had been really shitty in the magical world lately. Even when Pippin first started at Hogwarts, there had been rumours about some dark wizard trying to take over the world, and now it was coming to light. You Know Who was gaining power and spreading it over the magical world, infecting the minds and hearts of wizards and witches everywhere like some filthy, rotten, hate-filled disease. His prejudiced ideals seemed to greatly appeal to purebloods, which Pippin really didn’t enjoy seeing as she was Muggle-born. She already figured she had fewer rights than the males surrounding her, and she definitely didn’t want the ones she had taken away because her family wasn’t made of magic.

She was rather surprised to encounter Lucy Murphy, whom Pippin had never really spoken to before but had decided that informing her that she was pregnant would be a good place to start. Lucy seemed to already know that and apparently was fine with it; little wonder she was in Gryffindor, then, because Pippin was sure she’d have a panic attack if she suddenly found herself carrying a litter. Then again, someone winding up pregnant was inevitable. Hogwarts didn’t offer sexual health classes (probably because the staff was full of old people who couldn’t remember what sex even was) and hey, it was the time for love and shit, so people fornicating and having little accidents was bound to happen. Thankfully, Pippin hadn’t fallen prey to the trouser snake yet, and probably wouldn’t for a while. She’d probably be the old spinster who had a dozen cats, called them her “babies”, and chased kids off her doorstep with a non-magical broomstick.

Adam Quinn was pretty foxy, though.

But he was also kind-of a jerk, because reasons.

… Still.

Wait, wasn’t she thinking about Lucy? Right. The pregnant one. She happened to be a pureblood, and she happened to really hate all the crap going on with You Know Who and all the attacks and Death Eaters and shit like that. She also agreed with Pippin that shit was probably going to go down in the Ministry, since the pro-Muggle-and-Muggle-born rights Minister was a little bit dead and the new Minister didn’t seem as open-minded. Little bit problematic, that. See, it was really buggered up though, because some of the best people Pippin knew were Muggles. Take her dad, for example. He’d been her hero. And her nana and her aunts were amazing and her favourite people ever. And then on the other end of the spectrum, some of the worst people she knew happened to be purebloods. Jeez, maybe Pippin’s family wasn’t magical, but at least they didn’t murder people. (Though come to think of it, Aunt Gillian probably could, if she had to.)

Conversing with Lucy, a rare species of pureblood who believed in equality for all, led to the formation of a rally. They had done research into the Ministry’s workings, had searched for clippings and articles about all the attacks (especially the most recent ones), and had organised a rally for awareness so that other students, both Muggle-born and pureblood, could see the truth behind everything. A couple of Lucy’s friends had volunteered their time and effort (the ginger one even made brownies, and Pippin had been tempted to lace them with marijuana, but decided against it) to help. To Pippin’s great surprise, another one of them was a pureblood, and from a pretty ancient family at that. Alice Prewett or something. It was actually quite a relief to see that Lucy wasn’t one in a million – at least, not when it came to purebloods for equality.

They had set themselves up in the courtyard on a Saturday morning. There was no planned Hogsmeade trip and the weather was lovely and warm; the snow had melted away from the stone, leaving the courtyard free and roomy for many students. They had managed to sneak out two tables from the castle, setting one up with hand-made pamphlets and flyers that discussed pureblood supremacy and all of its flaws, as well as the benefits to equality and how fellow students could take action. They also had made themselves several signs, and had them lying on the other table, leaving just enough room for the baked goods (which were really just a tool to draw people in, if speeches didn’t work). Armed with knowledge and research, they were ready to inform the student body of what was really going on “out there”, and why it mattered so much to their future, regardless of blood status.

“Ready?” she said to Lucy with a grin. Students were starting to make their way outdoors to enjoy the weather, which was perfect for the rally. Raising her wand to her throat, Pippin cast a quick “Sonorus!” and cleared her throat.

“Students of Hogwarts, may I have your attention please? If you could gather this way – yes, over here, don’t look so confused – don’t be shy – right. Hello. Greetings.” There was tickle in her tummy, and she didn’t know if it was excitement or nerves, now that there were several pairs of eyes on her. “So uh… Yes. I’m Pippin. And I’m a Muggle-born. Yep, one of those people. I live with my nan, who’s a Muggle, and my aunts, who are also Muggles. My parents were Muggles, too. And I’m a witch. And it really, really scares me that someday, my family – the Muggles I love – might get killed because of their blood. It scares me that they might not matter to you at all – not because you don’t know them personally, but because they’re Muggles. It scares me that sometime in the near-future, they could lose their rights, or their lives, because they aren’t magic. It should scare you too. We’re pretty sheltered at Hogwarts, you know – I mean, shit’s happened, and we hear about things going on, and some of us were even at St. Mungo’s when it was attacked – but you know what? Most of us don’t even know or care about what’s really going on out there. Because soon, you know, it won’t be out there, it’ll be in here, or you’ll be out there without a damn clue. So… Oh, more people, great… So anyway, uh… Today you’re gonna learn some things. You’re gonna learn what’s really going on, and why it matters, and what you can do. And stuff.” Lowering her voice as much as possible, she muttered, “Quietus” before turning back to Lucy. “That was the scariest and most fun thing I’ve ever done,” she said with a grin.

“Your turn.”

group thread``

[Lucy Murphy]

This was stupid.

This was so, so, so stupid. Shit. Shit. The young Gryffindor girl paced back and forth, images from St. Mungo's flashing in her memory; Alecto Carrow's face as she lifted her wand, laughing maniacally as she cast the Cruciatus Curse... a harsh shudder ran down her spine and her grip around Will's hand got even tighter than it already was. She closed her eyes hard and buried her face into her boyfriend's - fiance's - chest, breathing in slowly. She felt him place his hand on the small of her back and run it up and down slowly, mumbling to her over and over it was going to be okay. Blood rushed to her cheeks and she hummed quietly, acknowledging his reassurances. She sighed heavily and pulled away from him, nodding curtly (mostly to herself) and repeating, "Yes, it'll be just fine. This... this is important. People need to know what's..." she trailed off before continuing, "We're all going to be just fine." A rather unsure look across her face, she turned and looked over her shoulder at Sirius Black, who she had essentially demanded come for the sake of her sanity. Luckily, he didn't put up much of a fight.

This shouldn't be much of a threat to them. Just a spur-of-the-moment small-scale peaceful rally at little old Hogwarts shouldn't get that much attention. She hoped on Merlin's beard they didn't even know about it in the first place - but she also knew there were probably people still in contact with them. With Alecto, maybe. And if Alecto was one of them... she let out a groan, staring at the crowd that had gathered in the courtyard. If any one of those Death Eaters showed up and started to attack, how many people would get hurt? Killed? They had Dumbledore, though. This was Hogwarts, dark wizards couldn't just pop up out of no where. And there were plenty of Professors nearby. It would be fine. Just fine.

And it was too late to back out now.

Honestly, they'd actually put a lot of effort into it - Lucy had grown rather fond of Pippin in the process, considering they were the two who were working on it the most. They'd gotten help from a lot of people though, with the posters and the pamphlets and flyers and even just letting word get around school it was even happening - which clearly worked, since there was a decent sized crowd gathered. Or maybe they just came for Wendy's cupcakes. Which smelled delicious. She'd need to have one of those later. ...Or two.

She glanced down at her watch for about the 76th time in the past hour. Finally 10:30 rolled around, and she glanced anxiously at Pippin. A cheeky smile came across her face and she grabbed Pippin's hand and placed it on her protruding stomach; the baby had been kicking and flipping non-stop all morning. "I think he's saying good luck," she said with a bit of a cackle, rather pleased with herself. People's expressions and reactions after feeling a tiny human roll around in your belly never ceased being utterly hysterical. She nodded to Pippin, and the other girl raised her wand to her mouth and began to speak.

She listened as attentively to Pippin as she could manage, but she found her mind wandering, going over what she had prepared to say: honestly, it wasn't much, she barely prepared at all because she was too busy keeping up with homework and getting all the other rally-related things done. Of course, it wasn't like it'd be too hard - she'd had experience riling people up in the Quidditch locker room before games, and she had plenty of well-thought out feelings on the matter that she was positive she wouldn't be too lost for words. Her eyes scanned the crowd for familiar faces, seeing quite a few of her friends, which was reassuring. There was a surprising turn out of younger students - specifically, younger students who were friends of her little siblings. She grinned appreciatively and shook her head a little as Clare beamed up at her, waving excitedly. She saw Owen, Fionn, and Conor too. Well, shit, the whole gang was there.

And then she had to block out mental images of her parents sobbing because all their youngest children had been brutally murdered at a student rally gone wrong.

She snapped out of it at the sound of clapping; Pippin turned to her with a grin on her face, apparently pleased with what was probably her first attempt at public speaking. From what Lucy heard of it, she had done well. ...Shit, now it was her turn. "Right, yes," she said gulping, stepping forward a few steps hesitantly. She pulled her wand out of her pocket and mumbled "Sonorous," before looking up at the crowd. "Well hi everbody, thanks for coming..." she said, smiling appreciatively out at everyone, thinking maybe she could trick herself out of the nerves. It had worked before. "So... as our lovely Pippin said, we..." she paused shortly, a concentrated look passing over her face. "We have a bit of a problem happening in our world. We don't really get to hear about it much since we're sheltered at school, but there are a lot of very evil people who think it's okay to just end the lives of people who aren't magical, or people who don't have enough pure blood, because they think they're not worthy. Or. Whatever. Does that even make sense? It really doesn't. It's silly, it's oppressive." She looked around a bit nervous she was butchering her speech. Did they understand? Did they know just how serious of a problem this was, how unfair it was?

"So the purpose of this... regime, I guess - and they call themselves the Death Eaters - is to cleanse the world. From anything that isn't what they decide is pure. So this is problematic, isn't it? I mean, this is some serious bullshit," she said, pausing at the sparse applause, going over what she had heard come out of her mouth in her head and realizing that her voice and gradually grown in volume. "I honestly... I don't think there's any way for us to stop this. And by us, I mean us students, although if you feel it's right for you there are options you can pursue after graduating with the Ministry, assuming it's not run by that Voldemort guy yet. Which it could be! I mean, it probably is right now! Um, anyway, the people involved with all this clearly are at least moderately psycho, thinking it's okay to waltz around killing people off because of their DNA, but, you know, other things can be done. The most important thing you can do at this point is prepare yourself: keep educated on what's really going on, and pay attention in your defense against the dark arts classes. We'll talk more about that later, but, um, Pippin, can you c'mere and talk about the grave importance of not relying on the Prophet as your main news source?"

Well, that wasn't so bad. She stepped back and lowered her wand. This seemed to be going pretty well. At least, she thought so.

[Pippin LeBeau]

Judge her all you want, but it was hard to focus on serious business when the Aurors that were hanging around the castle lately (Aurors-in-training, she reminded herself) were damn foxy as hell.

Well, what? She didn’t remember Sirius Black looking half as attractive when he was still a student, though he definitely needed a good haircut. She waited until Lucy finished her bit before raising her eyebrows and nodding in Sirius’s direction. At some point during the planning phases of the rally, Lucy had mentioned that she and Sirius had dated; Pippin hadn’t thought much of it before, but now she definitely saw the appeal. “You got to tap that, huh? Nice,” she winked, then turned back to the slowly-growing crowd. To her relief, some students actually did look quite interested. Others seemed like they were just there for the food, which was okay, she supposed. They’d pick it up through osmosis. And then some were looking annoyed, but she tried to ignore them. They probably didn’t realise how much they’d benefit from listening to what they were saying.

Speaking of listening, what was she supposed to talk about? Lucy had done her part well, but then Pippin had gotten distracted by pretty men. She performed the Voice Projection charm on herself again, twirling her wand between her fingers as she mulled over her words. Right, the Prophet. Unreliable. Biased. Right-o. “Listen, I know lots of us – well, older students, anyway – get the Daily Prophet with our morning owls. And that’s great, okay? It’s really fantastic that we’re trying to stay educated and keep up with the outside world and all that. But there’s so much that’s not reported, and unfortunately, when it’s not reported, people tend to think it’s not happening. And when things that really are hugely important are put into the paper, people tend to ignore them, or they’re written so small and insignificantly that no one cares. Look, our Ministry is good at hiring Muggle-borns and half-bloods. Really, it is. Look up the stats. But that’s hiring. The people in charge? Yeah, they still tend to be purebloods. And I hate to say it, but there is definitely a lot of interference with what you see in the paper and what’s actually happening. Remember those two students that didn’t come back to school after Christmas? Their entire families disappeared. And yeah, it was reported in the papers for maybe a week, but when’s the last you heard of them? When’s the last we’ve heard of Muggles disappearing? It’s been weeks since the Prophet’s reported it, but it’s still happening. If you look at a Muggle paper, you’d see: families go missing, houses burn down with no discernible source of fire, people are found dead in their homes with no real cause of death – these are all signs of dark magic and our Ministry has been ignoring them since Christmas.”

She took a breath and cracked a small grin. Murmurs had broken out over the crowd. She couldn’t understand, but Pippin hoped that they were at least thinking about what she’d said and realising the truth behind her words.

“Just because it’s not on the front page doesn’t mean you shouldn’t care. Think about what you read, always, because… I mean, these days, you never know if it’s authentic or if there’s a biased view being pushed, right? Right. Yeah.”

Speaking out in front of the students like this was exhilarating, but Pippin knew she couldn’t hog the spotlight. Stepping down, she bowed dramatically to Lucy. It was time to outline the dangers of what would happen if You Know Who and his followers were successful, and who’d make a better impact than a pureblood?

[Lucy Murphy]

So. No booing yet. Nor was there any tomato or cabbage chucking, in her and Pippin's general direction. That was nice. Apparently the people were feeling kind. But there was still a lot of rally to go yet. Ugh, it had only just begun. But she was relaxing a bit, wasn't she? Getting her first speech over with had relieved a little bit of her nerves. That was a relief. She cackled and smirked at Pippin's remark, shooting back a rather mischievous look at Sirius, who simply tilted his head at her and gave her a confused look. Heh. Hehehe. "Pretty, isn't he?" she replied, a pleased look on her face. Granted, their romantic relationship hadn't lasted very long at all, but they were still one another's ~back up spouses~ and her silly decision to ask him to be her boyfriend resulted in one of the strongest friendships she'd made at Hogwarts, despite the short time they'd actually had together in the castle. And that was something to be proud of, something to be thankful for. Oh God, now was not the time to get reminiscent and sappy. This was the time for serious business.

Serious business, Lucy.

Sirius.

Business.

...

Aaahaha, oh, that would never not make her cackle. Honestly, though, she had went off to make a massive spectacle of educating the student populace about all the shit that was going down so she needed to remain attentive to what was happening at her own rally, dammit. She could laugh at her own shitty jokes later. Preferably when she was alone. And not around people who would become concerned, medicate her and send her off to a psych ward in a straight jacket. And. Yes. She needed to focus on what was happening. Pippin. Pippin was speaking.

As she listened to the other girl's explanation, her eyes scanned the crowd, gauging for reactions; people's brows knit together at the mention of most of the Ministry leaders being pureblooded - there were actually statistics of that included in their hand outs - and you simply couldn't deny the truth in the numbers. It wasn't that purebloods were better equipped for the job, but politics were pricy affairs; it only made sense that the richest purebloods were in the highest positions Ministry. As the daughter of one of those men, she knew the family inheritance and good name in the community hadn't hurt. Many of the faces slowly grew more and more upset; they'd also included copies of newspaper clippings from Muggle papers they'd dug up, tragic headlines compared to those of the Prophets', which focused on fountain renovations at the Ministry and the Quidditch World Cup destination in four years. She was hoping - no, she was praying - the students would read all of it and realize that it wasn't happening by coincidence. This was all part of a bigger plan.

"Thank you very much for your enlightening explanation, Miss LeBeau," Lucy spoke over the crowd, clapping along with the others; that was a good sign too, right? Clapping? At least they were paying attention somewhat if they knew to clap when she was done! "So basically, guys.... there are some rumors going around that eventually after... um... the Death Eaters' dominance is asserted in the Ministry of Magic, they could start calling hearings for people who are Muggle born, but are magical. Some people think that they'll take these people's wands away, or penalize them in other ways, maybe even send them to Azkaban." The low murmur from the crowd suddenly became a bit louder, as people speculated whether or not this could possibly be true. It might not've been at all. Maybe the people on the radio she was listening to were just overly paranoid conspiracy theorists. Then again, from what she'd seen? Attacking Hogsmeade, infiltrating a hospital? Killing hundreds upon hundreds of people simply because they thought they weren't worthy? It didn't seem entirely unrealistic. It was fucking terrifying. "So we're at school, and that puts us in a funny position. Obviously we have Professor Dumbledore, who is an incredible wizard, and I think he'd do anything he needed to to protect us from the dark arts. The thing is, though, is that as the youth, the future of this country, we are all eventually going to be in a position where we are expected to take over the power. We're going to be targeted by this evil to go and join forces with them. Um. ...Please don't do that. Just." She glanced back at Pippin, suddenly a bit nervous and unsure of what to do with herself. Pippin nodded affirmingly, then raised her eyebrows towards the tables they'd set up. Yes. Pamphlets. Flyers. Posters. Those. Yes. "If you're interested in learning more, please ask Pippin or I, and we'll do our best to help you out. There are pamphlets and hand outs in the back which have loads of information and evidence, as well as information about radios and what stations to listen to if you'd like to hear some of the same stuff Pippin and I have been listening to. If you're on our side and know what you're talking about, grab a sign and hold it up, and try to get attention of students who are passing by. You don't even need to talk to them if you don't want to, but if they do, break the situation down for them. And otherwise you can eat the baked goods?! They're completely delicious, Wendy Palmer is a genius in the kitchen," she said, smiling directly at Wendy and waving a little. "Otherwise, mingle amongst yourselves, I guess!" She threw her arms out in the air, and stepped back on the stage next to Pippin.

"Did that go well? I think that went well."

fRIENDS PLEASE POST HERE NOW?!?!?!?!?! PLEASE??!?!! BECAUSE REASONS?!?!??!?!?!?!!

[Andromeda Black]

&the road to hell...

[Un]authorized.

That, was the first word to flit across the greying crevices of Andromeda’s mind as she twisted(&turned) on heel at the sound of Ms. Pippin LeBeau’s voice blaring at several decibels louder than usual. Eyebrow arched, but she said nothing, merely fading in with the crowd, another shadow, as the barrage of speeches began. And who else at her side, but Lucy Murphy—the two HAD been spending quite an awful lot of time together lately, hadn’t they? Not something Andromeda usually took note of, but every little detail, even in her periphery, ended up filed carefully in the appropriate cabinets of her memory. Fingers linked stiffly against her lower back as she listened to the two make their announcements; their pleas for just one thing: a w a r e n e s s. The ever omniscient search for truth in a world of lies. The march for rights. So self righteous, youth these days. And not quietly either, but shouting from the rooftops everybody scream your HEART out.

They say (who, who says?) that history is doomed to repeat itself. Over and over and over again.

Sort of like those goblin wars. Bloody goblin wars. HOW many goblin wars had there been to date? One in particular came to mind. Few people knew that the Three Broomsticks was actually home to a goblin rebellion in the 1600’s. The year, the exact year, was 1612. A particularly violent and bloody rebellion, that one. The likes of which scarred Hogsmeade forever and yet with time the marred surface smoothed, and hardly anyone even knew that the little town had once been a war ground. I fought the war, I fought the war. But the war WON.Those goblins knew how to fight too. Fight. Dirty. That’s the only real way to fight, because no one comes out the other side clean; blood on everyone’s hands, just a matter of who’s left standing at the end and whose gone six feet under ground.

And here, so listlessly, so carelessly, these two young woman dared to lay down mines in the peace of Hogwarts; tread carefully. Yet, Andromeda could not necessarily deny them this right—not she, who valued knowledge and truth, who sought to learn THESE truths for herself, to distinguish between the (B)black and the white and find some sort of grey in between. Admittedly, the two young women made many valid points (ah, but were they RELIABLE, now that is the question…). Andromeda knew of quite a good deal of attacks that had not been reported, or a multitude of deaths crammed into a five sentence paragraph, as if the names were just another set of letters to the page and not actual human beings. Jaw clenched. The two students. Disappeared. One… that should wear the opposite of the badge on her own chest. A few claps shattered&scattered her thoughts, pulling her back into reality of the situation, THIS situation. The war on muggles, in the spotlight—center stage.

Andromeda kept her body composed and her thoughts well controlled, allowed very little of the speech to even pierce through her skull, let alone her brain, only a letter or two escaped down the back of her throat to beat with her heart. She would come to her own conclusions, on her own time, but not here. Too dangerous here; did the girls even realize the possibilities of the consequences of their actions today? P a n i c in the air (manic, manic). One foot, then the other, steps even and purposeful, as Andromeda made her way up to the tables, taking a moment to glance at each girl in turn and hold the gaze—revealing nothing. Without a word, she lifted one of the pamphlets, skimming the cover, unfolding the first column. Very well researched, very well researched indeed. Not the time for praise, of course. Such good intentions, and yet… neither girl seemed to comprehend the opposition (and there would be opposition, all too familiar with the opposition, that Andromeda). Adding flame to the fire(s). And the road to hell…

“An excellent presentation, I must say.” She finally commented quietly, standing just to the side of the stage, pamphlet firmly in hand. Swallowing back her reprimands, for they would do no good in this arena, she eyed one of the baked goods. Not one for sweets. “You have compiled a very impressive collection of facts.” Blink. Flowers in hair, signs, marching—shotshotshot(!). Blink. Gaze averted. These two were not the only ones following the muggle papers—and Andromeda did not just follow their own, but those across the pond as well. Peaceful protestors shot on school grounds. Danger. Every. Where. Of course, this was several years ago, but the impact remained all the same. C r a t e r. “Words… are very powerful, and yet it is a power we are given freely, one we do not have to earn, and perhaps, too often take for granted, and thus we do not always remember that when we wield our words we must do so responsibly.” Tone quiet, she spoke only to Pippin and Lucy. Not one for an audience, not one to make a scene. Let’s start a riot~.

[Indigo Grace]

I guess you saw
what no one else could see

She could stand here and listen and not say anything. It wasn’t stating anything, she was innocently listening to the event, that’s all, not picking sides in a war. She could stand and listen and maybe eventually say something because she was a Gryffindor. Indigo was a Gryffindor and that meant something. There was a reason she was a Gryffindor and not a Slytherin like everyone else in her family. There were always reasons. What was her reason going to be? Indigo couldn’t help but narrow her eyes a little at what Pippin was saying as she introduced herself to the crowd and explained the reason for why she was here. The battle WAS in here. Every day the pureblood elitists picked on muggleborns and while it was brushed aside as if they were simply “kids being kids” they were deadly serious. And Indigo – she’d already learned some things, a whole world of things. She’d lived it. She was so utterly twisted and tangled up by this war on muggles situation that it was driving her mad. It had broken Indigo away from her family because of her lack of elitist conviction, while still on the other side she had lost friendships because she wasn’t willing to shun pureblood traditions. Had it ever really mattered to anyone that Indigo was tired of being victimized and just wanted to be left out of it? Well, as she was ever learning, it didn’t matter what was fair or just. You always had to pick a side in the end, even when you were silent. Today it was about picking the right one.

She looked at her friends, her true friends, and Indigo knew perfectly well all that they did and had stood for. Marlene was a pureblood, more so than Indi would ever be, and yet she had fought for and died in the name of equal rights for everyone. She never had to do anything at all. It would have been so easy for Marlene to live up her luck on being on the “winning” side, but she never had. Indigo and Marlene had their differences, but then again, they were also each other’s best friend. Female friend that is. Okay, maybe they were each other’s only female friend but all specifics aside – Indi missed her. She missed her friend, and her death had struck a chord inside Indigo that was rarely chimed. She was sad, and amazingly enough, she allowed herself to be sad and to feel what it was like. Obviously it wasn’t enjoyable, but it also woke Indigo up to the realities of life right now and pulled her out of what happened years ago. What happened yesterday couldn’t be fixed but today? Today was what mattered. It didn’t mean she’d stopped giving up on anything. Indi was a defeated sort of character who’d taken one too many hits to the ground but despite the fact that she didn’t have any plans for herself, she did still have hope for everyone else. What kept Indigo Grace running when everything else around her stopped was the thought of the few people she’d always cared for, and the feeling she would get if she lost any more of them.

Pippin and Lucy were saying all kinds of things about the Ministry and the Prophet and pureblood supremacy, painting targets on their foreheads as they did so. They knew it too, that’s why they were nervous. And Lucy, standing up there pregnant with a whale or something. Indigo was impressed. They had planned it all out, with pamphlets and signs and food to make all the hungry stomachs gather. Indi wasn’t the only “pureblood” watching the performance, there were others, but most of them had sneers on their faces as was to be expected. She didn’t like them. Indi didn’t know why she ever pretended to the contrary but truth be told, she hated their elitist asses. No matter what world you were in , muggle or wizard, someone else was always trying to kick you down. Her experience has a muggle had made her hesitant to ever put herself in such a vulnerable place as a witch. Still, somewhere that girl had a conscience and now it screamed at her. Irritatingly. “Fuck ‘em” Regulus had said. Yeah, maybe she would. Indigo kept inching closer, making her way casually through the crowd. Excuse me, was that her heart beat? Nu uh, her heart wasn’t the racing kind thanks. Then again, the beating that she heard did emanate from her chest so she’d kind of have to be a royal idiot not to know it really was her heart. Lucy was standing beside Pippin and they were both smiling and watching everyone, hoping people would pick up pamphlets and the like.

Indigo’s eyes fell on one of the signs. They felt so symbolic to her all of a sudden, like some stupid sign could be the banner to her freedom. Why did that really seem silly at all? A simple gesture of holding up a banner had in endless occurrences through history brought people freedom. It all had to start somewhere, and really, if anyone should be mad at a group of people being neglected, mistreated, forced out of their homes, even killed, it could be Indigo. So she walked over to the table and completely bypassed the desserts, knowing at the same time as she curled her fingers around the sign and lifted it up, that she’d just entirely screwed herself.

[/size]


|outfit, here.
|notes,

[/font]