Gráinne had been there listening to everything – seriously…she wasn’t exactly the most as…astute person in the world or anything but it was already clear that everyone seemed to be listing off people that were named…that were historical that likely made up their own dangerous sounding name because they wanted to live the life of a hermit in solitude. Seriously, that would have been the most brilliant and the biggest rouse of all the world. Right?

Telling people don’t go there Dendric the Deadly lives there, he’s horrid all the while being the deadly one…maybe some of those people were truly as foul as their names stated…maybe they were as deadly as a cavern full of kittens.

Raising her hand the Gryffindor finally spoke, “Professor…I mean Headmaster Trent? Would say infiltrating the government – muggle or magical and establishing a totalitarian regime that forces all under its per-view to follow their guidelines with various methods to insure that people toe-the-line as it were?” She asked, before simply pushing a stray piece of hair behind her ear, “even if the sole reason one started that regime was to better the environment make you be labeled as a dark wizard because of the methods taken to get there…” looking around she just waited for a second to see how people would react.

“…if that doesn’t do it I’d say it depends on what ya consider to be dark…” really this could be fun right? Coming up with the ways people could be labeled as dark wizards…had she fallen into the trap though that little pitfall of revealing just how twisted her little mind was? Hopefully no one here knew Liam.