“Good, good.” Quirinus wanted to make a joke about Reginald choosing to only miss his class, but he wasn’t sure that the boy would realize that he was only teasing– he didn’t want Barclay to feel any more embarrassed or uncomfortable than he did already.
“It is. But it’s also a sch-school responsible for p-preparing you for life beyond Hogwarts, and as much as the wizarding c-community likes to isolate itself, the fact remains that we coexist with muggles, and that w-we’re better at that when we make an effort to understand them. Being exposed to d-different cultures helps you get a b-b-better sense of the world and your place in it. …there’s also quite a lot we can learn from the way muggles live– they’re quite impressive problem-solvers.”
It wasn’t proper to ask about blood status, but…
“Do you have any experience with muggles, Mr. B-Barclay?”
Of course, that was what Reg kept thinking! Why on earth were all the wizards he met so reclusive? They had their ways, and the muggles had their other ways, and even suggesting that maybe some muggles had a few good ideas got him laughed out of the room. The two societies had to exist together, at least to some extent... and if you’d grown up with wizards your entire life, it made sense to study the other side, so to speak, in school.
Reg nodded. “I, um -- m-my mother is, uh -- I mean, I was raised by, uh, muggles. Er, one muggle, really. I didn’t -- didn’t know about any of this... until...” Wow, had it only been a few short months? It felt so long ago, and also like no time had passed at all. “So that makes me, um... I h-heard someone call it... mudblood?”
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