I don't know either. I agree with you about the urgency of doing something before too much time passes. I'm not talking about just us witches and wizards, either. An entire generation of institutional memory may be lost, and how can we reconstruct it? Dad was really worried about that. Do you realise that there hasn't been, for example, any Muggle medical school operating in the Protectorate for the last decade--where the Muggles trained their healers? Right now there are doctors in the camps, treating Muggles who become sick, as best they can. What happens if they cannot train their own successors? There will be no one to treat their sick. Surely we are not arrogant enough to believe we'd be immune to disease just because it comes from a Muggle.
And we lose our humanity entirely if we become immune to their suffering.
Merlin, I don't want to bring you down further. Just--yes, I agree, we need to step up our plans to fix what's wrong and give people a chance to regain their proper sphere. Before we wizards began meddling.
I need to come up with something cheery to talk about instead. Didn't you say you needed to think about something nice?
Um....
Mum's sketching out the garden plans for this year. She's thinking of putting up a small greenhouse.
What else? Oh...this will make you laugh. I went to the beer garden this week and Bea recognised me as one of Those Two Ginger Weasley Blokes and demanded in a voice of great indignation, 'Where's Charlie?' Apparently, I am now your social secretary. I told her you were stuck babysitting some boring dragons, but you would have much preferred to be with her. And then we passed an extremely happy evening watching customers and levitating salt cellars to make them demonstrate quidditch moves.
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And we lose our humanity entirely if we become immune to their suffering.
Merlin, I don't want to bring you down further. Just--yes, I agree, we need to step up our plans to fix what's wrong and give people a chance to regain their proper sphere. Before we wizards began meddling.
I need to come up with something cheery to talk about instead. Didn't you say you needed to think about something nice?
Um....
Mum's sketching out the garden plans for this year. She's thinking of putting up a small greenhouse.
What else? Oh...this will make you laugh. I went to the beer garden this week and Bea recognised me as one of Those Two Ginger Weasley Blokes and demanded in a voice of great indignation, 'Where's Charlie?' Apparently, I am now your social secretary. I told her you were stuck babysitting some boring dragons, but you would have much preferred to be with her. And then we passed an extremely happy evening watching customers and levitating salt cellars to make them demonstrate quidditch moves.
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