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Time advances and past traumas grow easier to forget, but dread gathers in the Wizarding World once more. Where do shadows go to hide? What do they do when no one is watching...?
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The Prophets of Diagon Alley are a group now notorious for their visibility within the streets of London's most popular Wizarding district. Since the beginning of December, the group have prowled the cobbles, numbers initially minor but gradually growing in size. Every morning, as the first of the storefronts begin to come to life in the thin grey light, their members begin to appear, huddled close to hovering balls of flame to keep warm, but not deterred from their mission of preaching to those who pass by, brightly colored fliers and pamphlets flashing in their hands. It is only on Sundays that the Alley is relieved of their unwavering dedication. At noon, the streets are empty of the usual ruckus that floats melodious from one end of the district to the other--a chorus of voices insisting "Sir...Madam...Have you heard?...Are you prepared?"

On Sundays, it is down another alley that The Prophets can be found. Through the gloom of Knockturn, past the doors that swing beneath the eerie, faded sign of the White Wyvern, the believers are gathering. The pub is still relatively empty so early in the day, those few patrons who line the bar or hold tables in the corner, nursing something sad and cheap to match their melancholia, keeping to themselves with eyes downcast, but past the fireplace in the privacy of a room at the back of the establishment, the buzz of fervid idealism can be heard.

The decor is sparse--plain wooden paneling, a collection of benches and tables, a cluster of barrels lined against one wall (overflow from the Wyvern storeroom)--all crowded into the modest space, but The Prophets bring with them decoration enough to claim it as their own. A large banner adorns the back wall: a simple, dark field adorned with a triad of eyes painted in a burning red, the third standing prominent and bulbous in the center of the two beneath it. The eyes stare out at the gathering of men and women organizing pamphlets along the tables and chattering with one another, and appear to almost rest on the shoulders of a man who stands apart, positioned in a place of prominence before the banner. His face is relatively young, perhaps middle aged, but the set of his features speaks to a maturity hard earned.

"Please have a seat," he says when the time is right, double checking a pocket watch kept in the pocket of his robes. His voice is stern but level, a commanding tenor that might be easily mistaken for standoffish. "That seems like all the crowd we'll be gathering for today. We may as well begin, although...I believe I see some newcomers among you. Be welcome, friends. My name is Prophet Aubrey. I will be conducting this meeting. There is literature on the table if you have not gathered any yet." He gestures to the brightly colored pamphlets, among them titles such as The Statute of Destruction and the Dangers Muggles Pose to Modern Wizarding Society. "Feel free to introduce yourselves and do let us know what has drawn you in. We are always grateful for new membership."
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It had not been difficult to keep tabs on the Prophets. They gathered frequently in Diagon Alley, their sightings growing more and more common as Rania frequented the Alley more and more herself as a result. She took their leaflets, listened to their whispers, and did all she could to contain the swell of eager excitement within her. This was what she had been vying for for a while. She had nothing in terms of numbers, just the beginnings of sown seeds into the thoughts of a fair few, but these Prophets had the numbers, the diligence, the presence that she had been aiming for. She was not prideful enough to work as a separate entity to them; far from it. They clearly had some kind of hold on people somehow, and she would be a fool not to join in with them and help, at the very least. Their leaflet had mentioned the Rue d'Étoile, the newspaper article after the Diagon Alley breach had mentioned these people; it was all interconnected. Rania would kick herself if she didn’t at least try to get herself in with these people.

Why was why she’d made her way into the White Wyvern on the first Sunday she was able. She visited Knockturn less than Diagon Alley, but was no stranger to its dark corners and shady shop keeps. As far as she was concerned, the place was no problem so long as you were not afraid of it. The Wyvern itself however was not one of her usual haunts, and she found herself surprised by the sparse nature of the place as she walked in. All of the activity in the place was clustered around one area however, and one look over told Rania she had absolutely come to the right place. The eyes on the banner seemed to bore into hers, and she would by lying if she said she wasn’t enthralled by it all. She took a seat on one of the benches, a little ways away from the very front, and cast a glance at her accompanying friend.

Titus was proving to be a little bit of a problem. The literature and paraphernalia of the Prophets had some moments of aggression against muggles, and she could live with that. If her goal to be great, to be recognised, was achieved by siding with people that used such forceful and evocative wording, maybe even followed through with some intentions, it would hardly stop her sleeping at night. Titus however, seemed rankled by it, and she could see how he would be. He had a lot of the muggle world about him, seemed to enjoy its fashion and trinkets more than a lot of Wizardkind. She had nothing against his viewpoint, of course not. He’d still wanted to come along after all, and considering she was going too, she could hardly stop him. She also couldn’t shake the certainty that the two of them were there for different reasons; she had no doubt that Titus couldn’t see past the attitude towards muggles issue and join these people for the greater potential, like she could.

When the man in charge, apparently called Prophet Aubrey, called for introductions, she wasted little time in speaking up. “My name is Rania. What brought me here is the knowledge that there is at least a group of people that thinks what I think; the rules we abide by are archaic and irrelevant in this day and age.” She made sure to not only make eye contact with him, but to glance around at the others at the little meeting as well. “We would do better as a people without being hindered and curtailed by laws created hundreds of years ago; that has been my opinion for a while now.”

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Titus was, against all his better judgement, attending the meeting. He was approaching it from an angle of 'know thine enemy' at that point. He'd been looking for an excuse not to go, a last-minute invitation or similar, but as it was daytime on a Sunday there had been no such luck. When did brunch go so out of fashion, honestly, it was the hallmark of their generation. And so apparently he was exchanging eggs benedict for politics (not a very good deal) and slipped into the White Wyvern - a horrible little pub he wouldn't normally be caught dead in - and saw Rania across the room. He did not approach her. When the topic had been raised, Titus had been disparaging about their obvious Death Eater-style rhetoric and suggested they at least get their own soapbox if they were going to be bigots. She didn't say so, but Titus had the immediate sense that she did not agree with him, and was perhaps even offended. He was astounded, but had not been in the mood to get into a fight with her, so he helped the topic to tail away.

It concerned him a lot, though. He realised he might not know Rania as well as he'd imagined; she was such a firebrand that she would have made it well known if she had agreed with him. The pamphlet had absolutely horrified him; it started much as he expected, and yes he could get on board with adjustments or even the possibility of the removal of the Statute. And then Muggles were 'under-developed apes' and that was it for Titus. They were fucking Death Eaters wrapped in a cloak of a different focus. It was both possible and completely reasonable to have problems with their secrecy, and their statute, but to Titus it meant building relationships with Muggles. It always came back to 'who should be in charge?' it seemed, and how about both? It was difficult but not impossible. If they fought, they would eventually end up in a cold war Muggles were not capable of combatting or protecting themselves from magic, but guns and bombs killed wizards just as dead as Muggles.

So in the end they would have to come to some sort of agreement after a stalemate. It was a frightening thought, and honestly he felt it was better to leave things as they were then, even though he was all for integration in theory. It didn't matter enough for anyone to die before it all got worked out, it really wasn't. Not to mention all countries would have to join them in becoming visible if it were to work. Even now there were a few countries who committed disgusting crimes against suspected "witchcraft", so no, Muggles couldn't exactly be trusted to accept them with welcoming arms. But if the answer to that was to enforce rule over them, then bloody leave things as they were. It wasn't as if Muggles could go into hiding from them; wizards were currently in Pandora's box, but it was a perfectly nice box. Muggles would get graves and cells instead.

He sat beside his friend, but did not make eye contact or speak to her. For once in his life he was dressed inconspicuously, and more wizardly than normal, in a dark purple cloak and plain black shirt and jeans, no jewellery or eccentric hat. These were not people he wanted to tag him as unfriendly, and did not want to be memorable to them. He crossed his legs and sat back, arms crossed, before wondering if that looked combative and unfurling them. He was not surprised that she spoke first, but he also wasn't exactly excited to then by proxy be expected to go next. He thought fast. "Andronicus. I'm here because she dragged me." He thumbed at Rania and gave a wide, pleasant smile. Nothing on his face betrayed how disgruntled he was at having to use that hated ex-name - even so, it was the first that came to mind. "Nice to meet you all."

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When the Hogwarts expressed derailed at the beginning of the year, it seemed to take all of reality with it. The world was something new, now. Something darker and dangerous, frightening and uncertain. For most of Luke's life he had lived a life equally magical and mundane, but with all the terrible things that had happened of late and with his three eldest children so far away and out of his reach, he'd found himself withdrawing from his muggle businesses, finding less time for the muggles that had been his friends longer than he could remember. The things happening in the wizarding world were too big, too frightening to be put out of his notice. That didn't mean, though, that his ties were severed or that he had ceased to care. Many of the most important people in his life were muggles and he would not give them up for anything.

While he worked hard to stay informed about events within the community and to gather a group of individuals who could trade news and help keep each other informed, he'd been spending much more time than usual at his restaurant in Diagon Alley. The strange group of individuals filling the streets and spreading their message could not possibly have escaped his notice. Nor had the strange events that seemed to have begun with their appearance. Muggles in Diagon Alley? It was unheard of. It was a risk. It was thought provoking if nothing else. The more Luke considered, the more it seemed like it really was a good idea to withdraw the international statute of secrecy. His life would be so much easier, so much simpler, if he could just be honest with those he cared about most. His businesses would be easier to handle, his friends would have less questions. He'd have much less stress.

However when people started accusing muggles of oppressing magic kind, when people started demonizing a community that Luke considered just as much his own as the magical one, that's where is agreement ended. That's where he began to get angry. It would be a lie, though, to say that he wasn't at least interested in the message that these so-called Prophets preached. When the morning of the gathering came, Luke kissed his wife and his two youngest children good-bye. He was off to work, he told them and maybe to talk to some more parents. It was a lie of omission, without a doubt, but he wasn't sure how Zoey would feel about him attending the meeting and he didn't have the energy to argue his case. He wanted to be informed, to know what was being said and to be prepared if he had to tell his friends to get out of britain. The three muggles closest to his heart had seen him through every tragedy and heart break life had ever thrown him. They'd been with him through the death of both his parents, for his marriage, they'd helped him make a name for himself. One had married his sister in law, another was engaged to marry Zoey's best friend from Hogwarts. Their lives were as much tied to the magical community as his was and he would not allow them to be harmed.

As the little meeting room in the back of the White Wyvern began to fill, Luke took a place toward the back. It wasn't his plan or intention to actually contribute, not today. All he wanted was to gather a feel for the group, to get information and to figure out if they bore as much of a threat as it seemed they might. To busy himself until the meeting started, he took a copy of the literature sat out for consumption, though it didn't seem to say much more than the pamphlets that littered the ground outside his restaurant. All it spoke of was how badly the Statute of Secrecy needed to be repealed and it was littered with words designed to inflame, to incite anger. He hadn't ever been too bright, but he was married to a writer and he knew how important word choice was. After all, how many times had he and Zoey talked over her articles or stories? How many times had he tried to help her pick just the right wording to convey her intention and meaning?

His eyes flickered around the room as introductions started. It might be helpful to know who was there because they believed the message and who, like him, was there because they wanted to check into things for themselves. There were a few faces that looked fervid with anticipation of what this meeting might hold, but from what he could see there were as many if not more faces that seemed grim and concerned. Was he projecting his own fears onto them? Or did they share his fears, his worry? Brown eyes darted from the leader - Aubrey, he'd introduced himself - to the first woman to stand up and give her introduction, a tightness settling heavy in his chest.

Silently he debated whether or not he would speak. It wasn't what he had planned, not at all. Attention was really the last thing he wanted while attending a meeting he wasn't supposed to be at. But if he wanted information, wasn't it better to just ask for it? If he mentioned his worries, would they be addressed? He exhaled sharply through his teeth, absentmindedly slapping the pamphlet he held against his knee as he made up his mind. For better or for worse, he was there because he was concerned and he had thoughts to be shared. Why have a voice if it wasn't going to be used? "My name is Luke," he began, his voice quiet but managing a firmness that he had doubted he'd be able to muster. "I'm here because I believe the statute of secrecy is outdated, but I have concerns about the rest of your message. I'm here for information. To see what the Prophets are really about."

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Prophet Aubrey turns to each member of the group in turn as they make their introductions, offering a polite nod and a greeting. "Welcome, Rania. Indeed, it is inarguable that the wizarding world has consigned itself to living in the past. We must have change....Welcome, Andronicus. I certainly hope we can make your trip worthwhile. There is literature available if you have not yet had the chance to look it over...Welcome, Luke. Information is precisely why we bother to hold these meetings. The street can seem a harrowing and unfriendly place to host a conversation, especially pertaining to matters so capable of eliciting emotion. We are glad to be here to answer all your questions and explain ourselves as best we can. Symbols and impassioned words grab attention. They are tools in our fight. But in this room, they fade away. Here, we are simply a group of people working toward a better future for our kind." He spreads his arms, addressing the room as a whole.

"We, The Prophets, believe in changing the course of the wizarding world for the better. The International Statute of Secrecy has been in operation for three hundred years now, and in that time, things have been. Well. Fine, I suppose. Not wonderful, but not catastrophic, either. Except...we have seen catastrophe. Dark wizard uprisings. Sporadic witch hunts. People displaced from their homes. Magical creature herds pushed out of their natural environments. We are being boxed in. Suppressed. Suddenly, it's beginning to seem like maybe things aren't so fine anymore. The Statute of Secrecy was never made to last. It's a stopgap. We saw it in America, with Rappaport's Law. Their restrictions were much harsher than ours have been in the past, and look at how quickly the Muggles outpaced them. Perhaps you believe that isn't happening here, but it has happened. This change came over us at a much slower pace, but it came, and now we, here in Britain, are the ones falling behind, and the response of our government is to increase the stranglehold they have on us. We Prophets have taken up this mantle, this symbol of foresight, because we are looking ahead, not merely focusing on the present. I think it's time we all cast our eyes to the future."

"So please, tell me what you see that concerns you. What would you like to know?"

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Almost immediately, Titus introduced himself under a false name. She kept her surprise hidden, brain rattling through the situation. She had barely expected to see him there, and yet there he was, but still using a name other than his usual one. He didn’t want himself affiliated here, and that only hammered home her thoughts that for him, this was more of a recon meeting than any actual attempt to do something about the governmental situation. Hilariously, she could expose him right then and there, but that was hardly interesting. It was certainly much more profitable for her to play along with his gambit; it gave her something to hold over him. She only chose then to look at him, flashing him a cheeky grin and nudging at his arm with an elbow. “Oh hush, Andy. You were just as eager to come along to this thing as me.”

Another man spoke up from the back then, voicing the same opinion as her about the Statute, but expressing worry about the message involved. It certainly wasn’t an easy message to swallow; even she didn’t argue that. But what was the stepping stone of a few coarse words, perhaps a handful of matching actions, when the end goal was beneficial for Wizardkind? The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, and all that. Smoothly, however, Prophet Aubrey acknowledged Luke’s queries about the message and desire for information, and then spoke further on their reasoning for their goals. While she had no real concerns about the whole thing, she wasn’t stupid, and would take any information she would get before going headlong into this thing.

“We know the muggle repelling defences aren’t exactly hard to break; we’ve seen it happen in Paris and now right on our doorstep. How do you propose to go about changing the law itself? The Ministry may be in shambles at the moment, but they’ve clung on all this time. What are your plans to actually go about making this change happen?”

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Titus was grateful that Rania played along with him - and he would of course explain why he thought this was necessary later - not to mention encouraging the moniker of 'Andy' which, while a completely plebeian name, was a damned improvement on the original. He sat forward intently while new face Luke, the bland middle-aged proposer who reminded Titus strongly of basically any religion peddler he'd ever seen in the Muggle world, and Rania spoke again. He appeared interested, guileless and willing to learn. Nothing had disquieted him as much as the original pamphlet, yet, but he was glad to find another mildly dissenting voice here. Not that he planned to show dissent here. He made a small apologetic grimace and opened a hand towards Luke. "I did wonder kinda the same. I do want the statute gone... I think it'd be nice to not have to hide so much, to be able to be out there without worrying so much." This was not untrue. Muggle integration was the dream for him, however that dream lived somewhere it would never come out of - up a pipe.

"But what do you guys think will happen afterwards, since they've been so cruel to us in the past? Will we be safe?" This was, of course, horseshit. Unless the 'muggle apes' had been a typo, he knew exactly what they thought should happen afterwards. But he wanted to hear this creep say it. And just because Muggles didn't know these cruelties had been enacted on them by wizards, in the last twenty years, in the forties, and God only knew what other occasions, that didn't mean they didn't count. If anything, hidden though they were, they already had the upper hand. They knew the enemy, and that's what it always circled back to, wasn't it; they were each other's enemies before any other considerations. This wasn't exactly a fresh cup of kool aid he was being asked to drink. Even the Wyvern would have some boot polish in the back more palatable than this.

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Luke listened as the prophet spoke, a frown etching itself firmly in the lines of his face. The words that the prophet chose increased the uneasy feelings swirling in his stomach. "Our fight." "Our kind." It lumped them altogether divided them from the muggles. That was the very last thing he wanted. It wasn't really a surprise, given how disquieting the Prophets' pamphlets were, but he'd been stubbornly clinging to an optimistic hope that maybe the buzzwords the pamphlets employed were just meant to illicit an emotional response and gain support. He had hoped that in person they would be...gentler? Or at least more rational. There was no reason to be forcing further separation. It couldn't make anything better to further divide the two communities. The insistence that "fighting back" would lead wizarding kind to a "better future" was probably the most disconcerting thing about all of this. It screamed emotional manipulation; after all, who would ever argue against a better future?

He opened his mouth, intent on speaking up, but the Rania woman beat him to it. His eyes darted toward her, looking forward to hearing someone else speak up, hoping that they would be rational, that they'd see the bigger problem with this plan. It was a good question, though Luke's gut told him he already knew the answer. Violence. Turning the metaphorical fight into a real one. It would start small at first, he assumed, but it would build. One way or another, these prophets intended to force the ministry's hand. The young man that had accompanied the woman spoke up next, adding on another question and providing an opportunity for Luke to jump in, to steer things where he wanted to take them.

"And will they? The muggles?" He crossed his arms over his chest, his jaw tight with tension. "Ye speak of them as if they're a disease, as if they're so different from us. They're not. Some of the best people I know are muggles. Some of the worst people I know are magical. They're just like any other group; some of them are wonderful and some of them are awful. They're humans and they're innovative and they've found ways to make due without magic, ways that - ye're right - sometimes outdo what we can achieve. But isn't that why we should be seeking partnership? Wouldn't it be beneficial to both communities?" He cut himself off then, sinking back into his seat.

But after a moment, he realized there was something more he had to say. So he drew in a deep breath, rubbed a hand over his stubble coated chin, and then continued, "And I've lived in America. I've known - I know - American muggles and American witches and wizards. Some who lived under Rappaport's law. The repeal of the law certainly did help out the community, but the majority of people I've spoken tae definitely dinnae begrudge the muggles for that. Why would they? The biggest danger they were ever faced with from the non-magical community was the scourers and their descendants. Ye know who the original scourers were? Corrupt witches and wizards. Our kind are the very ones that elicited hatred from the no-majs in America."

Luke's heart pounded in his chest, blood roaring behind his ear drums. How would the prophets react? How would the other attendees? Were they as fanatical as their literature made them out to be? If so, they probably wouldn't appreciate him publicly disagreeing with them, would they? What if they...how powerful was this group? What sort of members did they have? His family wasn't super low profile and could be tracked down fairly easily. They already preached hatred and revolution. Would they retaliate against someone who tried to stand in their way? Good lord, he should have spoken to Zoey first. This wasn't a good idea. Why hadn't he just kept his mouth shut?

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As Rania asks her question, Prophet Aubrey begins to answer, but pauses to allow Andronicus to make his additions. As Luke speaks from across the room, he turns to acknowledge him, eyebrow rising slightly as he listens, though his face remains otherwise calm.

"I will do my best to answer every question," he says evenly, spreading his palms before him as though to reduce any threat to his presence. "Let me see if I am understanding you. How will we accomplish our goals? How will we...preserve our communities? And...why work in opposition to Muggles, I believe?" Prophet Aubrey points at each speaker in turn as he paraphrases their questions, pausing on Luke and offering him a slow, slightly confident smile. "I believe I understand where your concerns lie, Luke. And I hope the rest of you do not mind if I respond to this question first. I understand what it sounds like, to address 'Muggles' as a collective entity. You worry for the individuals in your life as, I'm sure, many wizards do. They are still living beings, after all, even if their lives are different from ours. There are good people among them. I agree with you, friend. However, while an individual may do harm, that is not the sort of harm that concerns us most. Political powerlessness. Structured oppression. Being treated like second-class citizens and having the needs of Muggles prioritized above our own. This is the reality of our past, and it would be the reality of our future should we fail to take a stand. Are you aware that prior to the inception of the International Statute of Secrecy, Muggles and Wizards cohabitated? And that, when magical citizens were treated so poorly as to be unjustly executed and manipulated into using their magical abilities to serve the whims of their neighbors, when our Wizard's Council approached Muggle leadership to see our kind granted citizenship and real rights, they were turned away?"

"If we do not act out, we open ourselves up to being vulnerable again. We carry power right at the tips of our fingers. You know Muggles, do you honestly believe they would see no issue with that? We must assert ourselves to protect our rights rather than have our ears clipped in an effort to make cohabitation feasible again. We must break the Statute of Secrecy by whatever means necessary. To return to your questions, Rania and Andronicus, this is why banding together now, unifying now, as wizards, is so important. We safeguard against suppression. We refuse to accept it from any regime. We force the Wizengamot to alter their course. We play by their rules in the beginning, petitioning for representation, just like everyone deserves. If that is not enough, we forgo political representation. We create our own platforms. We spread our message as wide as we can to garner support. We work together, as a community, and if necessary, we break the Statute ourselves. The Wizengamot cannot ignore what they cannot erase. There are others, all across the continent, of a similar mind. And though their methods are largely misguided or ill-advised, there is a unifying factor in the need to shed the burden of secrecy."

"Our goals, at this precise moment, involve gathering citizens together. There are those here who disagree with me. I see that. I assure you, I am not offended. But you are here, are you not? Your voice has joined the discussion, and between the four of us, we are all in agreement that the Statute should fall. You may disagree with our perspective on how, but that is why we are having this conversation. It is a start. This is the beginning. There, you see? Already, we make progress."

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Rania waited until Prophet Aubrey had completely finished, listening to him answering Luke’s question. This Luke seemed to have a similar opinion to Titus; worrying about the state and well being of the muggles and focusing far too hard on such a minor part of the whole idea that the Prophets were trying to give across. Aubrey was right after all, it wasn’t individual muggles that were the root of the problem, more like the community as a whole and the Ministry of Magic’s reaction to them. She suspected that Titus wouldn’t just take this placating answer however, or at least not deep down, beneath the guise of Andronicus. If she was a better person, she probably wouldn’t either. Pity that she wasn’t a better person at all.

She nodded along as he answered her question and Titus’ together. Their tactics sounded fair, and while perhaps a little slow depending on the path the reaction took, she would happily work slow to be on board with these people. This wasn’t a notion that could be rushed or pushed forwards right away. Playing their game first, trying to appeal fairly, simply, somewhat quietly, would put them in a better light when and if that plan didn’t work and they had to change methods. The things Aubrey was saying, the approach they would be taking, left Rania unable to resist the surge of excitement in her. This was what she had been trying to get to. This was what she had been aiming for. These people, and the further communities mentioned, were her kind of people.

He was even right in that, while those that had spoken all clearly shared differing opinions on the intricacies of the whole thing, they shared the common opinion that the Statute should be dropped. After all, they knew that cohabitation could be achieved; she was well aware of Yatton; it wasn’t too far from where she’d grown up. With the new laws having been in place a week, she had to wonder how the mixed village was faring. “It’s not even like the Statute is being very fair to muggles, either. We’ve all heard about the new laws, right?" She glanced around the crowd, taking her eyes off Aubrey. " Think of all the half bloods that that’s going to have an impact on. Families are going to be split up. There will be no more half blood families because wizards are barely even allowed to look at muggles now if they aren't already related. Seems harsher than anything that’s being discussed here, in my opinion, and that was passed through as law without any kind of discussion with those who would oppose it.” As far as she was concerned, she was all in. Titus would have his doubts, obviously, but she couldn’t bring herself to care in the light of what was being offered, here. A chance to join the change. The Wizengamot cannot ignore what it cannot erase. She liked that. She looked back to Aubrey as she spoke again.

“And if we wanted to join your ranks, we help you recruit for now? Get more people to this meeting, your voice heard more, the message spread further?”

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Claudia was late to the party, having needed to run errands beforehand. Fortunately for her, it was not a formal meeting but it was attending gatherings like this that addressed the various concerns of the general public. It was her responsibility to be kept up with whatever was going on and she had requested for a day off so that she could gather information to piece together to add to her own knowledge. The Daily Prophet was a difficult source to trust, especially when the news was something that could so easily be exaggerated.

She had arrived just in time to the crowd throw out another round of questions; it appeared to be the second round. Claudia slid into the crowd ever so easily, not failing to take note of the different auras all around her. She listened carefully to Prophet Aubrey as he addressed their concerns. At least half of the people who have gathered definitely had children in Hogwarts; she could feel their distress rolling over her in waves, almost comparable to a tsunami. Colours flickered within her vision and she willed herself to close off her senses, watching it dull to a less vibrant colour instead.

"Your goals involve gathering citizens and while having the majority on your side is indeed a good start to a plan, what do you have in mind to achieve your goals?" Claudia asked, wanting to know how their process was like. It was very clear that they had done it by legal means but nothing had been done, resorting to more drastic measures that would potentially be disapproved of by The Ministry. However, she highly doubted they would share the rest of their plans. "In the past, us witches and wizards have been persecuted by Muggles before, killed even. How can you guarantee our protection should you prove to be able to go through with this? Wizards and witches are still a minority as compared to Muggles."

Claudia had seen those pamphlet The Prophets had been giving out, having picked out one tossed away by one of the villagers. Curiosity had gotten the better of her and she had a general idea of what the group was about: they were against the The Statute of Secrecy. She did agree that magical people like themselves should not have to live in constant fear of Muggles. What were the chances these self-proclaimed prophets have a brain? Nevertheless, she kept her expression neutral, like it had always been and was prepared to listen to what else they had to say.


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Titus leaned forward now, stroking his goatee absently, looking for all the world as if he was mulling over Aubrey's many, many, many words. He wasn't. The man was a consummate politician and Titus was having none of it. While managing to expertly not answer most of their questions, he was also skillfully evading acknowledging the corner his question, echoed again by a pretty young thing who hadn't spoken before when she likewise felt Aubrey had not addressed it, had backed him into. If they were to keep themselves safe from the frightened wrath of Muggles, how to do it? By exerting their full might over them, of course. After all, magic is might, as someone no one in their right mind would dream of emulating had once said. Aubrey was not wrong that frightened people (not Muggles, any human being) are dangerous. Open any Muggle newspaper any day of the week for columns and columns of evidence to support how people behave when faced with something they don't understand, or care to understand, that they perceive to threaten their way of life. Wizards would fall into the same category as the religions, races and creeds that had gone before them by daring to ask for a place in their world. Those with all the toys rarely relished being asked to give one or two away.

This was not a Muggle issue, it was simply that wizards had had the luxury of not often being forced to display that ugly, reactionary, populist, scapegoating side of their society. They had been "lucky" in the past, in that their foes had been about as subtle as a brick through a window. Their foes had been Evil Without A Shadow of a Doubt. Us and them, black and white. The Prophets were a subtler breed, insidious, and possibly even more dangerous. They clearly did not plan to bring people on board with hostage families and imperious curses, but with doublespeak, wheedling, and ideological bribery. Unless, of course, they were in league with whomever was responsible for that thrice-damned barrier and the ones creating chaos at magical entry-points. Aubrey called them misguided, but the latter in particular seemed perfectly in line with The Prophets views and needs.

He arranged his face into the best 'concerned puzzlement' he could muster, and picked up after the young lady. "And... I assume you do have specific plans to keep the wizarding community safe, obviously... but there must be a way to do this without violence? We've hurt them just as much, if I'm being honest, and I'm tired of it always being a fight. How does... I guess, how does that factor into your plans, to keep peace?" He phrased it the best way he knew how - keeping the power firmly in the Prophets' hands, acknowledging the enormity of their plan, but also hoped to get the man to address outright the very likely possibility of this all ending in tears.

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Luke stroked his fingers over the stubble that coated his chin, listening attentively as the self-proclaimed prophet began to address the questions he'd received. The man seemed confident, secure in his mission and message. There was something about the way he carried himself that made Luke's stomach tighten with discomfort and anxiety. The prophet spoke smoothly and with an ease that clouded Luke's mind with confusion. The words seemed convincing enough, but there was a condescension there. Was he aware that in the past magical people and muggles had cohabited? Of course he was. Even the little bit of attention he'd managed to stay awake in History of Magic made that clear, not to mention the myths and stories of magic that were so interwoven into the collective memory of his non-magical ancestors. He wasn't sure whether he should be angry at the response he'd received or placated. Zoey would have been so much better at this. Either way, he still didn't think that he - or anyone else - was being oppressed by a community that didn't even believe they existed.

He stayed quiet, watchful as he went on to address the others that had spoken, watching to see their reactions and trying to assure himself that he wasn't the only one that retained misgivings. As the woman responded, bringing the new ministry regulations into play, Luke found he had more to say, the words tumbling forth before he had a chance to think them through. "I, myself, am a halfblood. My wife is, as well. My best friends are muggles, my children's godfather. Their aunt and uncle. Many of my business associates, even. They're not oppressing us. We, as a society, may be oppressing ourselves by staying hidden, but they don't even believe we exist. I agree, the ministry regulations are horrible, unenforceable and way more damaging than helpful. It's a reaction of fear, though. Of hands being forced." He paused to draw his breath, to collect his thoughts and opinions before he continued.

In that time, another woman spoke, quickly followed be the man who'd spoken before. "He's right," Luke said, gesturing toward the man. "Witches and wizards have hurt or killed just as many muggles as the other way around. Surely, no one here is trying to pretend muggle baiting isn't a thing? Not to mention we have more ways of defending ourselves and very few ever died from things like the witch burnings both communities like to look back on. That's what old Professor Binns taught us all, right?" Luke shook his head, raking a hand through his shaggy brown hair. "There shouldn't be any violence. If we make ourselves known to muggles with curses and fire, of course they're going to fear us. They're going to hate us. You asked if I honestly believe that they'll just be okay with us having power beyond their abilities. No, many of them probably won't be. But the truth is, with all the technology that muggles have at their hands, they also have power that we don't." He fell silent then, drawing in a deep breath. The communities could help each other. There didn't need to be violence. He was already drawing too much attention to himself, though. This was not a crowd he needed to become too involved with. At least not before he spoke to Zoey. Besides, he'd already said too much. He shouldn't have brought his family into it and he definitely shouldn't have alluded to at how deeply his life was interwoven between the two communities. The metaphorical ice below his feet seemed to be getting thinner and thinner.

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Prophet Aubrey offers Rania a small smile as she voices her willingness to join. "Spreading the word is, indeed, paramount in this moment. If we do not work together, we hold little capability to inspire change, in our government or our neighbors. Recruiting your fellow wizard to the cause, spreading information, writing letters to your representatives: these are all fruitful pursuits." The thin smile fades fractionally as Luke speaks again, and Aubrey raises an eyebrow.

"Our community is hidden as a result of the actions of their community. We react to their influence and the history our races share. They remain ignorant of us for now, but we should not expect that complacency to continue should an entire world of people suddenly appear from beneath their feet. Your family moves among them, you work with them, but you are not the same. And they don't really know you. Maybe some of your friends are aware of your gifts and they find it fascinating, but that is not the comparable. Your friends do not account for the actions of an entire global society." Aubrey's expression grows slightly more stern as questions continue to rise from the crowd, an unidentified woman raising her voice first. He eyes her curiously, but is unable to respond before Andronicus amends her query, followed by Luke once again. Annoyance flickers across his features, but with a heavy breath he summons good humor once more, holding up his hands in a gesture like forfeit.

"Perhaps you give me more credit than I am due," he begins, eyeing the group of speakers. "Had I known I would be faced down with such interrogation I would have organized a debate instead. Perhaps next Sunday. For now, I will speak as plainly as I can. I do not have all the answers, nor do I claim to. I am not the Minister for Magic, and though the others with which I work are growing in number, we are not omniscient. Maybe it is the eyes that confuse you." He gestures slowly toward the banner at his back, indicating the triad of eyes that stares out over the crowd with a wry smile. "Peace. That's what you want a guarantee of. Peace and security. Friends, no one can give you that. Not me, not the Wizengamot, not the man to the North who calls himself after Grindelwald. It will be a fight, one way or another, friend Andronicus. The choice you must make is whether you greet that struggle on your terms, or theirs. I propose our terms." He raises his voice a fraction, words carrying with a commanding confidence throughout the room.

"The Ministry has the power to help us integrate. I hear it in your words, Luke. You would like to learn from your friends and family, to work with them openly. Why not petition your government to make that a reality? And why accept it when they fail to satisfy your needs? Without their assistance, it is up to the citizenry to thrust our civilization into the light, and when we do, consider how that will appear. A group of people who do not exist, an entire government previously unknown of to anyone in the Muggle world, suddenly springing into existence right beneath their feet. We are aliens to them. We are invaders. You almost cannot blame them for such a reaction. You must almost agree with their response. They do not understand our magic. How could they when they do not possess it? Muggles fear what they do not understand, and what they fear, they attack. They herd one another like cattle and defend their borders so violently they would rather stone their own kind than lend aid to their fellow man. There are wizards, half-blood and pureblood alike, who do not exist on any Muggle registry. If you want the freedom of sight, if you would be known to the world to do with your life as you wish, you must be willing to protect your kind from holding camps and restrictive registries. We are fewer, and in this way we could easily become more vulnerable. But only if we allow it. Why should their government be the one that stands when our worlds collide? You ask how we are to defend ourselves, madam. With determination."

Aubrey relaxes slowly, lowering his hands to his hips. He considers for a moment before speaking again. "I think that is enough. You have much to think on. If you wish to talk, I am here for individual questions, but I do not believe our conversation can continue in this manner. Consider, friends, what it is you want from the world, and perhaps next Sunday, you may return to tell me what you've determined. In the meantime, you may feel free to talk among yourselves. This space is still here for discussion. Rania, if you would care to talk more?" Her gestures toward the young woman before stepping from the platform, heading for a more secluded spot near the corner.

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Rania smiled back as Aubery acknowledged her and answered. Of course, it would be boring to be handing out leaflets and talking people in to coming to these little meetings at first, but then it was all part of the plan that these Prophets had going on. Bringing in like minded people for a common goal with the means and opportunity of open discussion was going to work far better than just mindlessly recruiting whoever could sign on the dotted line. It would be a slow process, but then tackling this with speed probably wasn't the best angle anyway. They'd just be beaten back before they could get a good start. No, better to build an undercurrent of support first.

She wasn't surprised that the others, Titus included, clearly still weren't buying what they were being told. A new voice even piped up, trying to reinforce a previous point, but Aubrey was still having none of it. He was playing a fine line between being truthful and keeping his cards close to his chest, and Rania couldn't blame him for that. After all, they were new faces amongst the supporters of this cause. If he outlined every nook and cranny of their methods, who was to say they wouldn't immediately turn tail and inform the Ministry? There was no trust built up yet, and technically he didn't owe a group of strangers anything, really.

Briefly, Rania was disappointed when Aubrey seemed to be bringing the discussion to a close; she'd hoped to talk a little more with him. But when he motioned for her to join him, even verbally inviting her, she couldn't help the little jolt of success in her chest. This was something, at least, a chance to talk away from the clamour of everyone who couldn't see the grander scale of what was going on in the world and what needed to be done. She nodded to Aubrey with a pleasant smile and rose from her seat, eyeing Titus on her way to standing. She could practically feel the mistrust of all of this rolling off him in waves, and really it was a pity to see him so caught up in trying to fight against what needed to be done. Not one to ruin appearances however, Rania flashed him a bright grin and ducked a little to plant a firm kiss on his cheek. "I might be a little while, Andy. Don't let me keep you, okay?" She waved at him with her fingertips before walking away, following the direction Aubrey went. She was, of course, a little sad that Titus wasn't on board with all of this. But obviously, not sad enough that his feelings on the matter would stop her. If that was going to be her worldview, she wouldn't get anything done.

"Have you had many meetings where the guests have been so...vocal?" She asked her question once she reached the secluded corner, wry smile in place. After all, this man was only trying to change the world for the better. He didn't deserve to have every syllable of his words pulled apart by the rabble.

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