the bright face of a star
soundsofwinter.
âYou are assuming that I was ever interested in school. Doesnât matter that I started young. It just means that I have had to endure both types of schooling. And I donât like either, but I can at least see the value in Muggle education. Between Mahoutokoro and here, I feel like Iâve learned shit about what the point of having magic is.â Even if he did bother to pay attention to his lessons, he doubted that he would gain an appreciation for his magic. To him, his magic was a hindrance, if anything. It only served to further alienate him and cloud his identity. âThatâs still common then? For squibs to be rejected?â Muggles were no different with wixen in that respect. Neither of them could embrace those who were different. Esmeâs family rejecting her cousin was similar to how his maternal family had rejected him. He had always assumed that it was the reason his father was absent as well, though he had never bothered to ask his mother about it. It didnât matter, ultimately.Â
With an upturn of his lip, he welcomed the introduction of alcohol into their gathering. âHow lucky for me. I have to give you all that. Your alcohol isnât half-bad. Itâs a helleva lot easier to smuggle here too.â He wasnât sure about a conspiracy, but he wouldnât be surprised. âMm, cell phones are far more Muggle culture than the simple games. Why use owls when you can just send a text?âÂ
âMayhaps. Or mayhaps Iâm saying that the very prospect of going to school for so long made you a crusty baguette anyway. A cheeseless sandwich, pun intended. But please, I bet all school is rubbish. It's not like they don't try here either. It's just that old people's idea of trying to do better is basically the same as a cup of tea left overnight: i.e. it starts as something great but just winds up disgusting, old and kinda grey. It's probably every generation being full of selfish tits who don't think ahead enough to plan well for their kids that sucks more than magic.â Esme finished her little spiel with a careless shrug, the observation underlined with her characteristic attitude, like the perfect exemplification of the way her brain worked. It wasnât unknown, after all, for the girl to have opinions â firm, loud ones even â but her dislike for following rules and any semblance of organisation often hid them under the guise of apathy. âEh, depends on how much of a dick your family is, if we're honest. It's a bit like being gay, yeah? Nothing you can control, but aspects of your person that can get you ostracized anyway, if you were unfortunate enough to share blood with a lot of bigoted idiots. 'S just that the Nott family prides itself on being super, super talented at the bigoted idiot bit,â she explained, rolling her eyes emphatically as she sat up to swipe the bottle for herself.
âI keep telling you, you really are. Who else is lucky enough to have the best beater in the school keeping their arse on their broom and their head in one piece? And you say that, but have you ever had GIllywater? It tastes like grass and not in a good way, le'mme tell you. Besides, texting is cool and all, and social media can be wild, but what about the aesthetic, hm? Nobody would be able to tell magic exists if we stopped using owls and quills just to look cool and witchy, I thought you knew that.â










