Regulus starts to say something, but stops. He's quiet for a moment before saying, "I'm not sure. I tell myself he's not even worth that, but... He must have burned the last letter I sent him. I'd asked him to meet me somewhere. I planned to tell him about... what was in that cave. When he didn't show, I had no other choices left."
"The Dark Lord promised certain things. Depending on what you've heard, you might wonder why I'd even talk to you... Unlike some, I never really had a problem with Muggles existing, I just don't think we should intermarry with them. And letting muggleborn students into Hogwarts holds the other students back. Maybe if they had some kind of remedial classes first, but... instead there's always a group of first-years boggling at the most normal things. They've never so much as held a quill in their lives, and they're tossed into this and expected to keep up."
He fidgets before adding, "To be honest, I always felt sorry for the poor things. The secrecy laws mean most of them didn't even know magic existed until they received their letters. There was a boy a year ahead of me who was... rather sweet on a muggleborn girl. I overheard one of their conversations in the library once. Her own sister had called her a freak because she could use magic. And that sort of thing happens because we hide away as if using magic is something to be ashamed of."
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Date: 2013-12-20 11:43 am (UTC)"The Dark Lord promised certain things. Depending on what you've heard, you might wonder why I'd even talk to you... Unlike some, I never really had a problem with Muggles existing, I just don't think we should intermarry with them. And letting muggleborn students into Hogwarts holds the other students back. Maybe if they had some kind of remedial classes first, but... instead there's always a group of first-years boggling at the most normal things. They've never so much as held a quill in their lives, and they're tossed into this and expected to keep up."
He fidgets before adding, "To be honest, I always felt sorry for the poor things. The secrecy laws mean most of them didn't even know magic existed until they received their letters. There was a boy a year ahead of me who was... rather sweet on a muggleborn girl. I overheard one of their conversations in the library once. Her own sister had called her a freak because she could use magic. And that sort of thing happens because we hide away as if using magic is something to be ashamed of."