 Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN
At the mention of possessing dark objects, Alessandro’s mind flashed to the little shops in Knockturn Alley. Admittedly, the PR for that corner of town was not the best, but Alessandro would argue some of the most fascinating and truly diverse array of magical objects were there. How many Herbology Professors had walked those cobblestone streets in search of materials to maintain the greenhouses? Magic had grey areas. And sometimes, darkness had its values.
Alessandro raised his hand, “Professor, I take issue with differentiating witches and wizards as dark or not.” He really, really did. “It feels like you are building in an excuse to paint a witch or wizard in one single shade. They are not all bad and they are certainly not all good.” He rolled his shoulders back and continued, in his best approximation of being respectful to his professor, “Besides, we couldn’t possibly draw the line because exceptions will exist in every case. It would be hypocritical.” Every line they drew would have an exception, or two, or twenty.
Anyway, students in a classroom at Hogwarts didn’t get to decide where to draw the line, history did, and history was always written by its victors. Public perception, the passage of time, was a huge factor his peers were ignoring. History decided what was and what was not acceptable because the winners wrote the narrative. So no, he did not wish to draw hard lines in the sand; or, even attempt to be clever by arguing each side of that line because, at the end of the day, a line still only ran straight. Life did not. It went every which way but sideways.
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