changedgreengrass:
Hogwarts is safe. So she thought once too. Having heard that there was no place safer than their school. It wasn’t so safe after all. With the same sentiments rising once again, Daphne suddenly thought that perhaps it wasn’t the best place for her daughter. Not only was Amélie her only child, but also all that was left of Pierre. “I’ll let her run in next time to see if you’re actually busy or just hiding,” she returned the jest. Sometimes Daphne would just hide in her office, just to get an hour without someone wanting a signature or want to talk her into a new deal. “You should get someone to clean up your desk,” how did he even find anything in the mess.
“If they are looking for compensation it just proves that we didn’t do our job right,” She didn’t want to think of the thousands of souls who had suffered in that place. “If we have to think what if’s all the time then we don’t get anywhere Terry,” Daphne was well aware of all the things that would happen if they did change things around, but as of now it was no other choice than to just do it. It would take years to get anything sorted, and perhaps they would have time to release those that didn’t need to still be incarcerated.
“Someone has to raise the question, if nobody asks or tries to change things or do anything, then nothing will get done. We’ll be walking the same path as always, and nobody decides to be that person. We both know what happens when nobody stand up to something,” this was a hill she was prepared to die on it seemed. “Several of the members should have left decades ago, they belong to a world that isn’t there anymore,” she brushed some hair behind her ear.
“I do, I know for a fact that there are members who are willing to at least look at the idea of a change. If nobody is willing to change anything then why do I bother going to any seassions?” it was true. It was frustrating how people never changed. Deciding not to answer him, she wasn’t going to get into a discussion. They had lost that battle, but not the war.
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A small chuckle falls from his lips, it’s warmth almost reaches his eyes, “Tell her she needs an appointment,” he jests back, “-- she doesn’t get special admittance just because she’s young and under five feet, if word got out I’d have Goblins of the Gringotts committee barging through my door in a minute.” Terry looks down at his desk -- it was cluttered that’s for sure, but he knew where everything was even in this mess. But still, perhaps Daphne was right. “Someone?” Terry says with a tsk, he raises his wand and flicks as he mutters an incantation. Every book, pen, and parchment aligned back into it’s proper place, “-- don’t tell me you do all your tidying manually. That sounds utterly exhausting and...muggle.”
‘What ifs’ are the questions that have kept Terry’s career afloat all these years, and here is where he contradicted with Daphne. It was a ‘what if’ that lead to the creation of the Technomagical Initiative, and that was getting the Ministry of Magic somewhere. “We cannot be naïve or idealistic in such matters, we must look at it from all angles. Your heart is in the right place, but the Ministry of Magic cannot afford a financial or moral assault at this stage.” Terry pauses, “Unless, for the compensation problem, we don’t commute sentences already passed and the new laws only apply from the date passed. That keeps both the integrity of the Wizengamot and our treasury intact.” It is harsh, but strategically sound -- thought he could already feel like disappointment pooling within her, and his words reflected off of Daphne and back onto him with how heartless and cold he sounded. “Another option is we allow the incarcerated to appeal their sentences to be tried again, but under a no compensation bylaw.” Still, Terry stands his ground firmly, “Besides that, my point is that decisions will have to be made regarding this, a committee would have to be formed and ratified by all sitting members of the Wizengamot. I’m assuming the Liberal Magical Party will want to lead here... my concern is that your party’s ambition for progressive policies overshadow the need of the situation.” At her statement a small thin-lipped smile graces his face, “Don’t be too hard on the old guard, Daphne. That may be us before too long.”
“Alright, who?” Terry asks pointedly, he needed names and ranks to see how much this want for change and reformation had taken root -- and to measure if it was in fact a cause to get behind. “You’ve been in this Ministry long enough to understand how the wheels turn, and they turn slow if you don’t grease them properly. Change can be accomplished -- this muggle technology fiasco is a testament to how being stagnant only hurts us -- but it must happen in increments, especially this, otherwise it will overwhelm the court.”
