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Old 10-08-2017, 03:09 PM   #75 (permalink)
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It was going to get worse from here, just like she'd thought. Jessa KNEW when she'd first picked her bag up to leave that staying would expose her to more inaccuracies. It was a strong feeling in her bones and she now had to sit and listen to it come true.

First Emmeline asking if they'd be conjuring more things; hadn't she been listening? Didn't she hear that they hadn't been conjuring things in the first place?? This was the problem right here. People were believing the Professor. In the next few years, Hogwarts would be graduating a herd of students that wouldn't know the difference between Charms and Transfiguration spells and who didn't truly know what spells did or how they worked. She could only imagine how their lives would end up.

Cloaked in ignorance was a good guess.

Jessa barely nodded at Derf's gratitude and offer of ice-cream, determined to keep her gaze fixed on the plants she vanished. She had to hurry before it got even wor--

There it was. The worse she'd been running from.

If her heart sank any further it was likely to end up in her toes. These fish wouldn't reproduce. They wouldn't fight unless instructed to. They were made with magic, they did not have a mind of their own but were controlled by the caster's intent. What honestly was with Professor Stewart today? Had she woken up this morning with the intention of leaving the 14 year old with the worst headache in history? These didn't have free will. They couldn't learn, they weren't capable of independent thought or anything else that came with actual life. Magic couldn't make actual life and magic things couldn't just go reproduce other magic things unless charmed to do so.

The Ravenclaw remained on the floor where she sat absolutely seething. Her frustration and the feeling of helplessness were hard to shake and were getting harder with each sentence. The pile of plants was getting smaller but she wasn't growing any calmer and didn't want to participate in such a misinformed activity.

This woman was dangerous, as was anyone who insisted on passing on false knowledge to those who didn't know better.
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