Delaney just wanted to go home. She wished she missed the train. Maybe she could have convinced her father to homeschool her if he had been around. This headmaster was just straight up mean and horrible. The first year wished she could close her eyes and cry as she watched Rosier threaten a girl around the same age as herself. Under the desk she fiddled with her fingers nervously as she built up the courage to speak. She focused on Aboli’s words the night before in the common room. Play it smart. This was a game a survival now, don’t do anything stupid. Delaney had already observed from the lions where that would lead you. Mouthless. Sometimes you have to do things you don’t want to….
Right. Back to the question at hand. The most peaceful way of getting rid of muggles would be to continue to…er, well…. mate… with them until there were only magical children left. With the exception of squibs eventually everyone would become half-bloods of some kind. But deep-down Delaney knew that wasn’t the answer Rosier was looking for. He didn’t think there was a place for Muggles in their society at all. Said so himself. He thought of them as a disease.
“Muggles are like pests,” the words tasted bitter on her tongue, but she pushed on, “When my family had a mouse infestation, we set traps all over to try and catch them or feed them poison so they would die instead of having more babies. But it would be kind of hard to do that to the muggles since they are spread out all over the world unless all the wizards in the world worked together.”
She felt shame deep in her chest. She felt like she was betraying her mother. But they would understand right?
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