Hungarian Horntail
Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: Saffron City
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Hogwarts RPG Name: November {Noe} Franze First Year | Brain Twin | MASTAH ASHURRII | Reisdent PokeNerd | Digifangirl Quote:
Originally Posted by Seeker_Seven Constantino didn't like these ethical quandaries.
He himself had been raised by his Uncle Gary, who never cared to impart Tino's biological heritage, and in fact had never even indicated whether he was a wizard himself. Tino had long ago learned that his questions would never be answered. Pureblood, muggle; his parents could have been either. Tino wouldn't have cared if they were cannibals. He just wanted to know them.
With this thought in mind, Tino left the line and crossed the room. He climbed up into the window sill and folded his arms. "People are stupid," he announced suddenly. "I'm a centaur." Whaaaaaaat?
Issy turned her head in the direction of the voice to find Tino... in the window sill? She blinked before tipping her head to the side, one brow inquiringly climbing into her fringe.
"Tino. If you are a Centaur, first off, why are you wearing clothes, eh?" Her hands moved to her hips and her mouth scrunched, trying to fight a smile. Honestly, at this point, did she blame him?
Hardly.
Ethics had not been anywhere on her time table. However, Tino had another point, too. People were stupid. Why were they even having this discussion, anyway? Opinions and ethics were not a criteria of a History of Magic class and while, at first, this had been fun, now it no longer was. She knew that they were all judging each other. No one was going to admit it, but everyone was judging everyone.
At this end, everyone was looking down the end opposite them, thinking ill that anyone could honestly think that blood should matter and those at the other end probably thought badly of those who thought it ought not matter. Maybe they thought they were wusses for thinking this, or jealous for their lack of "status".
Hmph. Issy didn't like this anymore. No longer was it fun.
Leaning against the wall, Issy reached up and patted Tino's foot. There, there monkey-Centaur boy. He had the right idea. |