“It does matter if you don’t want her fussing at you later,” he responds, raising a slight brow. He may not care much about it but he does know a thing or two about the images they were expected to have ha;f the time. Though her secondary comment makes him laugh, “Noted, but no subways for us today.” Maybe in part because he would be a sputtering mess if they did.
Glancing at Elle, he’s somewhat uncertain with not being able to read this girl. “Well, considering how was supposed to spend today was reading a book on astrophysics, you’re not a half bad secondary choice,” he says, a certain lightness to his tone before he shrugs, “I do know. I would have said no if I din’t have a pretty firm guess on as to why. Riley, too.”
At least hr as honest, though mybe it was something coming from dealing with Riley as a girlfriend more and more these days. Pausing at the question he shakes his head. “We don’t have to gt Riley something,” he says quietly before moving towards one of of the doors for the family car and instinctively opening it for her “but it’s on seventh street So a twenty-four minute drive from here.”
“Astrophysics?” Elle asks with a raised eyebrow. Normally being referred to as someone’s second choice would deem an angry hair flip and a hex, but since it was Farkle and she had all but forced her company on him she let it slide. “Isn’t that a muggle field?” Elle isn’t disgusted or offended, merely curious. She has never read any muggle text as it never was widely available to her nor did she care enough to search. Potions was her true passion, followed by her great adoration for wizarding politics and history of magic. One had to know the mistakes of the past to change the future.
For her own pride, Elle chooses to ignore his next comment. She hates others learning about things about her family. There are many secrets the Sinclair’s keep, some that Elle hadn’t even gotten the courage to share with Max. The less people who cared enough to learn them the better. But she had dug her own grave, and it was a mere crack to a wall that had been built and fortified for years.
“Well, maybe you don’t,” Elle says clicking her tongue as she glides into the Minkus’ family car. She look at her reflection in the car mirror, pinching her cheeks and readjusting her curls. “But I personally am going to get her something. Probably of the shiny variety.”
Elle turns away from the mirror to look at the car steering wheel. A sliver of anxiety curls up her spine. Max had often told her about the muggle method of transportation referred to as driving, but Elle had never actually witnessed it.
“You do know how this thing works, don’t you?”
He didn’t make the comment unkindly, at least, it was a testimony that if you could pull him away from something about education he actually cared. For whatever it was worth. “It is,” he says motioning wordlessly to the space shirt under his jacket as if it was an explanation, “astrophysics is the study of chemistry and physics in space. They try to understand the pull and make up of planets and bodies. It’s one of the only things wizards can’t properly study no matter what they say. I’ll be going to the moon one day. Mars, too, if I can help it.”
Because the one thing about having an educated background is accepting the different ideas and aspects of the world. Perhaps that’s why he was better suited for Ravenclaw than Slytherin, he was perectly okay with accepting science over magic. There’s a reason he studied so much of the magical theories as opposed to only practical.
Shutting the door behind her he moved around to the other side of the vehicle. Usually, he’d just have the family driver take them, but it was the holiday so they’d given them the time off to spend with their families. When he slid into the other side and pulled the keys back out he quirked a brow, smile on his features somewhat amused.
"Do you really want me to delve into the exact makings and workings of a car? We’ll be here all day,“ he said pulling his seatbelt on before nodding at her, “yours, too. It’s against the law. As is driving one of these without a license. I just happened to get mine before school started, so you’re in luck: No dying today.”
“No,” Elle replies quickly to his question, giving a small huff with her nose in the air. She gives Farkle a small glare, but it holds more pride than malice. “I don’t care how it works as long as it does.”
Which is mostly true. Mainly Elle’s main concern is not getting injured. She pulls the seatbelt across her body, wrinkling her nose in distaste. Not only does it cover her outfit–which despite being dressed for a fake date is still tres chic–but it also looks flimsy and overall useless against any distress. She is about to voice this opinion, when Farkle’s last words float into her ears.
“People die in these things?” Elle asks in horror, the anxiety once again wrapping tightly around her. She immediately blamed the seat belt. Muggles and their stupid not-safe safety mechanisms.
Farkle can’t help the amused grin on his features as he shits the car into gear. At least like this it feels less like a date and more like an explanation. “If it stopped I think we’d have some other issues since it’s brand new,” he commented making a face, “works better than a broomstick, anyway.” Since it’s on the ground and perfectly heated and all.
He only half glances at her to make sure her seatbelt’s on before focusing on the road. The only good thing about being anxious an panicking a lot is that it meant he was a pretty cautious driver. He still sometimes forgets to answer people when they’re talking and he’s driving.
Now’s not one of those times as he stops with a start. “People also die on broomsticks, have major accidents with portkeys and apparations, and a dozen other thing. I could go into statistics, but that won’t help,” he said trying to sound reassuring as he shrugs, “you’ll just have to trust that I’m a safe driver. I didn’t miss a single question on the test.”
Elle’s nose remains wrinkled as she grips both sides of her seat uncomfortably, trying to keep her composure while also trying her best not to aid in death. There are cars whizzing all around them, and though Elle has seen them thousands of times she has never been in the midst of the chaos. She decides, even with the odds, she much prefers brooms. At least then she is in control. Not to mention if someone hits you on a broom it is less likely to cause nearly as much damage then being hit by one of these wheeled muggle monstrosities.
A car horn blares at them from behind, and Elle jumps in spite of herself.
She definetly prefers brooms.
“They let people drive these things who didn’t answer all the questions correctly?” Elle asks, the realization coming to her. “Why? Why would they do that?”
Even as he drives he can’t help but notice the girl out of his peripheral. He tries not to make too much of it knowing her pride– a common trait for Slytherins and even purebloods alike, but it’s not in him to watch her stay like that. “Learning curve?” he suggests warily, “people pass O.W.L.s., N.E.W.T.s and even apparation courses with mistakes. It’s not that surprising. Muggles don’t have as many methods of transportation as we do.”
Frowning slightly more, however, he considers and then speaks up in an attempted tone of nonchalance, “Want to take the more rebellious way of the subway?”
“No,” Elle hisses immediately, hands coming off the sides of her seat. This was now a challenge, and Elle wouldn’t back down even if she was going to die. Max would never let her hear the end of it if he found out she couldn’t make it through a single car ride. She would not give him the satisfaction.
“I am quite enjoying my ride here, thank you very much,” she defends just before her eyes grow wide. “Look out for that car!”
Elle leans back into the seat and closes her eyes, only reopening them when the danger of being hit has passed. She sucks in her cheeks, refusing to give up.
“Tell me more about this exhibit,” Elle commands, needing a distraction.
He glances out of her out of his peripheral once more, wanting to contest that. A person who was enjoying a ride did not hold onto a seat for dear life or look about ready to have a heart attack. Farkle would hate to see her with a more reckless driver, he mused quietly, turning his complete attention back to the road. Really, this was normal traffic fare so it was hardly that intimidating to him even if he had limited experience due to being in school.
…Until she gives that exclamation and his hands tighten around the wheel as he feels his heart drum against his chest. They weren’t going to be hit or anything, but in that instant he almost felt they were about to die from that sound. Luckily, he’s able to stop himself from slamming on the break and lets out a small, distressed noise. “Please try not to do that,” he whined dramatically, “otherwise something might happen if you think it might. Besides, Maya’s driven with me all of once and she tells me I drive like a grandparent. In carspeak that means I’m too cautious to drive at say 80-miles-per-hour. We’re safe, I got this.”
Assuming she doesn’t panic again and thereby he panics again. Then they’d be in a circle of panic, but he tries to convey confidence so hopefully that doesn’t happen.
Letting out a breath he shrugs slightly before going on, easing the vehicle into a turn into the back of a line in traffic. At least they’d be there a moment so he could talk without worry of getting distracted. “Well, as you likely know, Western magic is traced all the way back to ancient Egypt. We still have people trying to break the magic used on pyramids today. A lot of its archaic, so no one’s managed to crack it. Greece came to Egypt, hence Alexandria. Alexander the Great. Then Rome conquered Egypt. You can find a lot of crypts in Egypt still where you see a mix of Roman and Egyptian burial methods,” he pauses at that furrowing a brow.
“Sorry, too much background. Let me retrace my steps,” he defends, “I mean to say that Western magic has been engraved in ancient culture. You have to remember that the Statue of Secrecy wasn’t even around until well after Rome collapsed. 1689 to be exact. Muggles began to persecute people in the fifteenth century, right? So what makes the exhibit interesting is that Egypt, Rome, and Greece have one thing in common: Wizards and muggles lived and worked together. So much of what muggles thought were acts of gods were in fact magic. Take the story of Hercules. When his second wife was attacked by a centaur, muggles now would assume it was false. We know otherwise. If a Hercules existed a centaur isn’t abnormal.”
“The exhibit displays that. Muggle and wizarding history intertwined in our ancient past,” he pauses, furrowing a brow before adding, “maybe not entirely the best choice today. I still say its appropriate.” Since maybe they weren’t discussing it, but if her family was anything like some of the purebloods in his family he knows at least one person will frown upon the idea of wizards and muggles having any association with each other.
Elle sends Farkle a glare at his reprimand, her heart still pounding. She has to fight the desire to close her eyes once more. It isn’t that she is scared. Elle Sinclair does not get scared. The car is obviously too primitive for her advanced habits of transportation. It’s also loud and scary and surrounded by other loud and scary vehicles.
Obviously archaic.
“Well I wouldn’t have to if they would stop moving!” Elle snaps her hands still gripping both sides of her seat. She purses her lips, turning her glare to the cars around them. “How do they expect everyone to move along the same small strip of land in big metal machines of death? It’s insanity. Did you see that there? That guy just pulled in front of us without any warning whatsoever.” Elle leans forward and removes one of her hands from the side of her seat to display a certain finger to the driver in front of them. “Use the light thingy idiot!”
The car lurches forward slightly once more and Elle’s hand immediately return to their secure place clutched around the seat. Max had wanted to teach her how to drive on of these things? What had she ever done to him?
Elle knows she has probably made a fool of herself, but she will be the last to admit it, so instead she keep her head as high as she can without getting too good a view of the traffic in front of them and listens to Farkle’s ramblings.
“Interesting,” Elle says, and she means it. “I’m not super familiar with ancient magic. It should be informative.” She clicks her tongue. “Muggles and wizards are intertwined. Some people just haven’t accepted that.”
“The only way they can get to their next destination is to keep moving,” his voice firm, a hint of reassurance in it Maybe not gentleness or calm, because he doubts that would go over well, but if he’s not panicking then maybe she won’t. Biting back the grin trying to form on his features, he shakes his head, “would music being on help?”
He didn’t particularly care for music being on while driving if only because he preferred to hear everything, but that’s not really am matter in question right now Making sure she was comfortable and not going to have a heartattck took priority. “Blinker,” he returns, “it’s called a blinker and sometimes people are terrible about using them.”
Farkle at least doesn’t seem to think she’s making a fool of herself even if this isn’t exactly ha side he’s scene of Elle before. It’s like seeing Maya cry, new But he doesn’t pay it any mind as he glides the car on through the thong of people “Most people don’t. You’ll notice we never talk about it that much in class. Mostly when England and its colonies come around,” he pauses before imploring, “any guesses why?”
Elle purses her lip and leans across to turn on the radio in answer to his question. Even though she is terrified of the vehicle doesn’t mean she didn’t inspect every angle of it before stepping inside. The radio was the easiest contraption to figure out.
An instrumental piece comes from the speakers and Elle wrinkles her nose in distaste before instantly switching the station to something more her speed. Justin Bieber’s “Sorry” fills the car, and though Elle isn’t exactly a fan of the muggle pop star she closes her eyes and lets the music calm her in her seat.
“That’s a stupid name,” Elle mumbles grumpily, eye still closed. If she can change her anxiety into annoyance she’ll be fine. At Farkle’s explanation she sucks in her cheeks, “Enlighten me.”
Farkle flinches slightly when the music first comes on even as he saw her turn it on in his peripheral. Shifting his fingers on the steering wheel, drumming them slightly, he let the music flow through before speaking up again. Manners were always somehow first when it came to ladies and in this case it meant making sure Elle was comfortable. Especially when he hadn’t taken into any account any possible fears of the road way.
“Someone might say Quidditch is a stupid name. Or Muggle, or Farkle, or even Elle,” he comments, the Ravenclaw in him showing, “names aren’t the important thing it’s their function And in this case they tried to make the names easy to understand. Blinker, something that blinks. Steering wheel, wheel the guides. You get the picture. Even spells are like that in a way.”
He makes a humming sound at her question and shakes his head. “It’s more like theories, but propaganda,” Farkle manages, “a lot of history from that time is lost, right? It’s interesting how people went from working together to Muggles persecuting wizards right around when the Anglo-Saxtons appeared. It’s not to say I think there wasn’t some persecution, but what if it was dualsided? I mean just fifteen years ago a lot of purebloods loathed Muggles. A lot still do but most of us have phones now. So what changed?”
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Glancing at Elle, he’s somewhat uncertain with not being able to read this girl. “Well, considering how was supposed to spend today was reading a book on astrophysics, you’re not a half bad secondary choice,” he says, a certain lightness to his tone before he shrugs, “I do know. I would have said no if I din’t have a pretty firm guess on as to why. Riley, too.”
At least hr as honest, though mybe it was something coming from dealing with Riley as a girlfriend more and more these days. Pausing at the question he shakes his head. “We don’t have to gt Riley something,” he says quietly before moving towards one of of the doors for the family car and instinctively opening it for her “but it’s on seventh street So a twenty-four minute drive from here.”
“Astrophysics?” Elle asks with a raised eyebrow. Normally being referred to as someone’s second choice would deem an angry hair flip and a hex, but since it was Farkle and she had all but forced her company on him she let it slide. “Isn’t that a muggle field?” Elle isn’t disgusted or offended, merely curious. She has never read any muggle text as it never was widely available to her nor did she care enough to search. Potions was her true passion, followed by her great adoration for wizarding politics and history of magic. One had to know the mistakes of the past to change the future.
For her own pride, Elle chooses to ignore his next comment. She hates others learning about things about her family. There are many secrets the Sinclair’s keep, some that Elle hadn’t even gotten the courage to share with Max. The less people who cared enough to learn them the better. But she had dug her own grave, and it was a mere crack to a wall that had been built and fortified for years.
“Well, maybe you don’t,” Elle says clicking her tongue as she glides into the Minkus’ family car. She look at her reflection in the car mirror, pinching her cheeks and readjusting her curls. “But I personally am going to get her something. Probably of the shiny variety.”
Elle turns away from the mirror to look at the car steering wheel. A sliver of anxiety curls up her spine. Max had often told her about the muggle method of transportation referred to as driving, but Elle had never actually witnessed it.
“You do know how this thing works, don’t you?”
He didn’t make the comment unkindly, at least, it was a testimony that if you could pull him away from something about education he actually cared. For whatever it was worth. “It is,” he says motioning wordlessly to the space shirt under his jacket as if it was an explanation, “astrophysics is the study of chemistry and physics in space. They try to understand the pull and make up of planets and bodies. It’s one of the only things wizards can’t properly study no matter what they say. I’ll be going to the moon one day. Mars, too, if I can help it.”
Because the one thing about having an educated background is accepting the different ideas and aspects of the world. Perhaps that’s why he was better suited for Ravenclaw than Slytherin, he was perectly okay with accepting science over magic. There’s a reason he studied so much of the magical theories as opposed to only practical.
Shutting the door behind her he moved around to the other side of the vehicle. Usually, he’d just have the family driver take them, but it was the holiday so they’d given them the time off to spend with their families. When he slid into the other side and pulled the keys back out he quirked a brow, smile on his features somewhat amused.
"Do you really want me to delve into the exact makings and workings of a car? We’ll be here all day,“ he said pulling his seatbelt on before nodding at her, “yours, too. It’s against the law. As is driving one of these without a license. I just happened to get mine before school started, so you’re in luck: No dying today.”
“No,” Elle replies quickly to his question, giving a small huff with her nose in the air. She gives Farkle a small glare, but it holds more pride than malice. “I don’t care how it works as long as it does.”
Which is mostly true. Mainly Elle’s main concern is not getting injured. She pulls the seatbelt across her body, wrinkling her nose in distaste. Not only does it cover her outfit–which despite being dressed for a fake date is still tres chic–but it also looks flimsy and overall useless against any distress. She is about to voice this opinion, when Farkle’s last words float into her ears.
“People die in these things?” Elle asks in horror, the anxiety once again wrapping tightly around her. She immediately blamed the seat belt. Muggles and their stupid not-safe safety mechanisms.
Farkle can’t help the amused grin on his features as he shits the car into gear. At least like this it feels less like a date and more like an explanation. “If it stopped I think we’d have some other issues since it’s brand new,” he commented making a face, “works better than a broomstick, anyway.” Since it’s on the ground and perfectly heated and all.
He only half glances at her to make sure her seatbelt’s on before focusing on the road. The only good thing about being anxious an panicking a lot is that it meant he was a pretty cautious driver. He still sometimes forgets to answer people when they’re talking and he’s driving.
Now’s not one of those times as he stops with a start. “People also die on broomsticks, have major accidents with portkeys and apparations, and a dozen other thing. I could go into statistics, but that won’t help,” he said trying to sound reassuring as he shrugs, “you’ll just have to trust that I’m a safe driver. I didn’t miss a single question on the test.”
Elle’s nose remains wrinkled as she grips both sides of her seat uncomfortably, trying to keep her composure while also trying her best not to aid in death. There are cars whizzing all around them, and though Elle has seen them thousands of times she has never been in the midst of the chaos. She decides, even with the odds, she much prefers brooms. At least then she is in control. Not to mention if someone hits you on a broom it is less likely to cause nearly as much damage then being hit by one of these wheeled muggle monstrosities.
A car horn blares at them from behind, and Elle jumps in spite of herself.
She definetly prefers brooms.
“They let people drive these things who didn’t answer all the questions correctly?” Elle asks, the realization coming to her. “Why? Why would they do that?”
Even as he drives he can’t help but notice the girl out of his peripheral. He tries not to make too much of it knowing her pride– a common trait for Slytherins and even purebloods alike, but it’s not in him to watch her stay like that. “Learning curve?” he suggests warily, “people pass O.W.L.s., N.E.W.T.s and even apparation courses with mistakes. It’s not that surprising. Muggles don’t have as many methods of transportation as we do.”
Frowning slightly more, however, he considers and then speaks up in an attempted tone of nonchalance, “Want to take the more rebellious way of the subway?”
“No,” Elle hisses immediately, hands coming off the sides of her seat. This was now a challenge, and Elle wouldn’t back down even if she was going to die. Max would never let her hear the end of it if he found out she couldn’t make it through a single car ride. She would not give him the satisfaction.
“I am quite enjoying my ride here, thank you very much,” she defends just before her eyes grow wide. “Look out for that car!”
Elle leans back into the seat and closes her eyes, only reopening them when the danger of being hit has passed. She sucks in her cheeks, refusing to give up.
“Tell me more about this exhibit,” Elle commands, needing a distraction.
He glances out of her out of his peripheral once more, wanting to contest that. A person who was enjoying a ride did not hold onto a seat for dear life or look about ready to have a heart attack. Farkle would hate to see her with a more reckless driver, he mused quietly, turning his complete attention back to the road. Really, this was normal traffic fare so it was hardly that intimidating to him even if he had limited experience due to being in school.
…Until she gives that exclamation and his hands tighten around the wheel as he feels his heart drum against his chest. They weren’t going to be hit or anything, but in that instant he almost felt they were about to die from that sound. Luckily, he’s able to stop himself from slamming on the break and lets out a small, distressed noise. “Please try not to do that,” he whined dramatically, “otherwise something might happen if you think it might. Besides, Maya’s driven with me all of once and she tells me I drive like a grandparent. In carspeak that means I’m too cautious to drive at say 80-miles-per-hour. We’re safe, I got this.”
Assuming she doesn’t panic again and thereby he panics again. Then they’d be in a circle of panic, but he tries to convey confidence so hopefully that doesn’t happen.
Letting out a breath he shrugs slightly before going on, easing the vehicle into a turn into the back of a line in traffic. At least they’d be there a moment so he could talk without worry of getting distracted. “Well, as you likely know, Western magic is traced all the way back to ancient Egypt. We still have people trying to break the magic used on pyramids today. A lot of its archaic, so no one’s managed to crack it. Greece came to Egypt, hence Alexandria. Alexander the Great. Then Rome conquered Egypt. You can find a lot of crypts in Egypt still where you see a mix of Roman and Egyptian burial methods,” he pauses at that furrowing a brow.
“Sorry, too much background. Let me retrace my steps,” he defends, “I mean to say that Western magic has been engraved in ancient culture. You have to remember that the Statue of Secrecy wasn’t even around until well after Rome collapsed. 1689 to be exact. Muggles began to persecute people in the fifteenth century, right? So what makes the exhibit interesting is that Egypt, Rome, and Greece have one thing in common: Wizards and muggles lived and worked together. So much of what muggles thought were acts of gods were in fact magic. Take the story of Hercules. When his second wife was attacked by a centaur, muggles now would assume it was false. We know otherwise. If a Hercules existed a centaur isn’t abnormal.”
“The exhibit displays that. Muggle and wizarding history intertwined in our ancient past,” he pauses, furrowing a brow before adding, “maybe not entirely the best choice today. I still say its appropriate.” Since maybe they weren’t discussing it, but if her family was anything like some of the purebloods in his family he knows at least one person will frown upon the idea of wizards and muggles having any association with each other.
Elle sends Farkle a glare at his reprimand, her heart still pounding. She has to fight the desire to close her eyes once more. It isn’t that she is scared. Elle Sinclair does not get scared. The car is obviously too primitive for her advanced habits of transportation. It’s also loud and scary and surrounded by other loud and scary vehicles.
Obviously archaic.
“Well I wouldn’t have to if they would stop moving!” Elle snaps her hands still gripping both sides of her seat. She purses her lips, turning her glare to the cars around them. “How do they expect everyone to move along the same small strip of land in big metal machines of death? It’s insanity. Did you see that there? That guy just pulled in front of us without any warning whatsoever.” Elle leans forward and removes one of her hands from the side of her seat to display a certain finger to the driver in front of them. “Use the light thingy idiot!”
The car lurches forward slightly once more and Elle’s hand immediately return to their secure place clutched around the seat. Max had wanted to teach her how to drive on of these things? What had she ever done to him?
Elle knows she has probably made a fool of herself, but she will be the last to admit it, so instead she keep her head as high as she can without getting too good a view of the traffic in front of them and listens to Farkle’s ramblings.
“Interesting,” Elle says, and she means it. “I’m not super familiar with ancient magic. It should be informative.” She clicks her tongue. “Muggles and wizards are intertwined. Some people just haven’t accepted that.”
“The only way they can get to their next destination is to keep moving,” his voice firm, a hint of reassurance in it Maybe not gentleness or calm, because he doubts that would go over well, but if he’s not panicking then maybe she won’t. Biting back the grin trying to form on his features, he shakes his head, “would music being on help?”
He didn’t particularly care for music being on while driving if only because he preferred to hear everything, but that’s not really am matter in question right now Making sure she was comfortable and not going to have a heartattck took priority. “Blinker,” he returns, “it’s called a blinker and sometimes people are terrible about using them.”
Farkle at least doesn’t seem to think she’s making a fool of herself even if this isn’t exactly ha side he’s scene of Elle before. It’s like seeing Maya cry, new But he doesn’t pay it any mind as he glides the car on through the thong of people “Most people don’t. You’ll notice we never talk about it that much in class. Mostly when England and its colonies come around,” he pauses before imploring, “any guesses why?”
Elle purses her lip and leans across to turn on the radio in answer to his question. Even though she is terrified of the vehicle doesn’t mean she didn’t inspect every angle of it before stepping inside. The radio was the easiest contraption to figure out.
An instrumental piece comes from the speakers and Elle wrinkles her nose in distaste before instantly switching the station to something more her speed. Justin Bieber’s “Sorry” fills the car, and though Elle isn’t exactly a fan of the muggle pop star she closes her eyes and lets the music calm her in her seat.
“That’s a stupid name,” Elle mumbles grumpily, eye still closed. If she can change her anxiety into annoyance she’ll be fine. At Farkle’s explanation she sucks in her cheeks, “Enlighten me.”
Farkle flinches slightly when the music first comes on even as he saw her turn it on in his peripheral. Shifting his fingers on the steering wheel, drumming them slightly, he let the music flow through before speaking up again. Manners were always somehow first when it came to ladies and in this case it meant making sure Elle was comfortable. Especially when he hadn’t taken into any account any possible fears of the road way.
“Someone might say Quidditch is a stupid name. Or Muggle, or Farkle, or even Elle,” he comments, the Ravenclaw in him showing, “names aren’t the important thing it’s their function And in this case they tried to make the names easy to understand. Blinker, something that blinks. Steering wheel, wheel the guides. You get the picture. Even spells are like that in a way.”
He makes a humming sound at her question and shakes his head. “It’s more like theories, but propaganda,” Farkle manages, “a lot of history from that time is lost, right? It’s interesting how people went from working together to Muggles persecuting wizards right around when the Anglo-Saxtons appeared. It’s not to say I think there wasn’t some persecution, but what if it was dualsided? I mean just fifteen years ago a lot of purebloods loathed Muggles. A lot still do but most of us have phones now. So what changed?”