Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2018 10:16:09 GMT -7
Priscilla was growing frustrated with Madeleine, though she supposed that the girl was knew enough to Hogwarts not to know her place yet. It would be a rude awakening for her if she kept on thinking that she was somehow the superior one. Fortunately for her, Priscilla wasn't the one with the power to determine anything.
"What do you think happens when they run out of those?"
Well, technically speaking, they couldn't "run out". Muggle admixture would always be a threat, considering that Muggle-born people just popped up out of (seemingly) nowhere. Usually, that was because of Squibs, who were of little use to the rest of them, anyway. Either they integrated with the Muggle world, thus risking that a Muggle-born would show up in their lineage at some point, or they stayed in the magical world without having magic of their own.
Realistically, then, the answer to the question that Madeleine had posed was simple: Squibs.
It seemed, however reluctantly, that Madeleine had given in. She said that she supposed that she was right; they probably didn't have to worry. "It’s unfortunate that some have to die to come to a resolution, but that’s life."
If not the Muggle-borns, it would have been the opposite way around. Witch-hunting had been popular once, too.
"Still, I would keep a low profile here, if I were you," Priscilla suggested innocently, "considering your brother and all." Madeleine had reasons besides explosives to heed her advice, anyway. "Just blend in with the Americans," she suggested, wishing that she had a watch with which to tell the time. "It shouldn't be too hard for you." (If she could learn to shut up, Priscilla contemplated adding.)
@madeleine
OOC: Shall we wrap this up?
"What do you think happens when they run out of those?"
Well, technically speaking, they couldn't "run out". Muggle admixture would always be a threat, considering that Muggle-born people just popped up out of (seemingly) nowhere. Usually, that was because of Squibs, who were of little use to the rest of them, anyway. Either they integrated with the Muggle world, thus risking that a Muggle-born would show up in their lineage at some point, or they stayed in the magical world without having magic of their own.
Realistically, then, the answer to the question that Madeleine had posed was simple: Squibs.
It seemed, however reluctantly, that Madeleine had given in. She said that she supposed that she was right; they probably didn't have to worry. "It’s unfortunate that some have to die to come to a resolution, but that’s life."
If not the Muggle-borns, it would have been the opposite way around. Witch-hunting had been popular once, too.
"Still, I would keep a low profile here, if I were you," Priscilla suggested innocently, "considering your brother and all." Madeleine had reasons besides explosives to heed her advice, anyway. "Just blend in with the Americans," she suggested, wishing that she had a watch with which to tell the time. "It shouldn't be too hard for you." (If she could learn to shut up, Priscilla contemplated adding.)
@madeleine
OOC: Shall we wrap this up?