who: open to all
where: ministry of magic gala
when: 05/05/1979, evening
There was not one candidate whose platform Edith entirely agreed with. As Bagnold has pointed out, there was no proof that a Pure-blood was any stronger, more powerful, more intelligent than a Half-blood or Muggleborn. Squibs were a rather common occurrence in ‘pure’ bloodlines, after all. However, she did not see the good in integrating the magical and muggle worlds. What a dangerous notion to put forth. Yes, the isolation was difficult for muggleborns and their immediate families but opening the door, even a little, could only end in disaster.
When it came to those considered “tainted”, “half-breeds”, “beasts”, Edith could not align herself with Bagnold’s views on this matter either. Certainly, some individuals could be hazardous but wasn’t that the same for wizard-kind too? Couldn’t Bagnold see the hypocrisy in her stance? Well. No one was perfect, certainly Edith wasn’t. She believed in blood equality but how often had she spoken in support of it? At times her own hypocrisy weighed on her mind.
She found herself alone at her table, the others guests had promptly left their seats after the conclusion of the two candidates’ speeches. Edith rose from her chair with a sigh, it was about time she made like her table-mates and mingled with her peers too. She lifted a glass of sherry from a passing waiter’s tray, taking a sip of the sweet drink before setting off to find an acquaintance to talk to.
“What a pleasant evening, hm?” she commented sarcastically.
