| potions_master @ 2003-07-06 05:41:00 |
| Current mood: | annoyed |
| Current music: | Sopra Il Fieno Colcato |
They are assembled, astonished and disturbed.
Muggles are the most offensive creatures imaginable. I say this having been nearly attacked by one on a miniscule motorbike that sounds less like a machine and more like a flatulent Hippogriff. The blasted Muggle called it a "Vesper," or something similar, which is strangely appropriate considering my current location has an affinity for such things.
I am plagued by people carrying strings of beads and muttering to themselves in Latin, and were there wands in their hands and magic in their blood there would be much damage done to the world around them, indeed. Their leader seems to be a very ancient figure in a silly hat, who stands on a balcony and waves his hands at them, and these masses of Muggles bow their heads in reverence. It would be fascinating were I not completely convinced that these people do not, in fact, belong roaming the streets but rather in small, rubber-bound rooms. Is there nothing more constructive they could be doing?
Lilitou did not take well to Egypt which is of course understandable, considering the heat and the light of the day. She is thriving in the climate here, however, and upon much of the local livestock. I shall have to perform a few memory charms; Lilitou encountered her first bovine while passing through the countryside and the results were typical of her nature. Perhaps the Muggle farmer can blame it upon extra-terrestials, or whatever it is they are fond of using as excuses for things they do not understand and are not meant to.
I am leaving now, as an old woman is babbling at me in Italian, and pawning off beads upon me, and I have no use for such things, though she is insistent, and perhaps gold will silence her nattering tongue.
This day owes me nothing.
Comments:
| potions_master @ 2003-07-06 01:37 am UTC |
It is fortunate then that my familiar is better behaved than the mongrel you call your spouse, isn't it.
| lupercus @ 2003-07-06 01:40 am UTC |
I doubt Lilitou is as talented however, though if she is, I really don't want to know about it.
The old woman, she sold you a rosary, did she?
| jadedsirius @ 2003-07-06 01:43 am UTC |
Don't tease the Potions master when he's horny, Remus. Think of the camels.
(parent)| lupercus @ 2003-07-06 01:45 am UTC |
I don't want to think about camels, lovely.
Go back to what you were doing. I won't be long, here.
| lupercus @ 2003-07-06 01:54 am UTC |
Well, not if you put them there, of course.
Do that again.
| lupercus @ 2003-07-06 02:04 am UTC |
In some ways, but not in others.
I was a Prefect. I still have the badge.
| jadedsirius @ 2003-07-06 02:05 am UTC |
Oh, you want to play "prefect and naughty first-year?"
(parent)| lupercus @ 2003-07-06 02:07 am UTC |
I can't believe I am married to the likes of you.
Let's turn this off and go to bed. Yes?
| jadedsirius @ 2003-07-06 01:55 am UTC |
I'll leave that to you, Sevvie. Or I'm sure Dobby's available.
(parent)| potions_master @ 2003-07-06 01:45 am UTC |
It is a wonder you are allowed to teach children, with a mind such as yours.
Yes, she did. I do not know why I purchased it. Perhaps merely to shut her up. It is of no use to me, nothing more than string and glass.
| lupercus @ 2003-07-06 01:47 am UTC |
It isn't just glass and string, Severus. To her it was comfort. Perhaps she thought you were in need of some.
And I've seen you do the Quibbler crosswords. You're worse than I am.
| potions_master @ 2003-07-06 01:50 am UTC |
Why on earth would I find comfort, were I in any need of it, in a bauble, Lupin? Such folly is a Muggle quality, it is not of me to seek answers where there are none.
| lupercus @ 2003-07-06 01:53 am UTC |
You're missing the point, Severus. It isn't merely a trinket but a symbol of something they can't see, but they believe in anyway. It's a bit like magic, really - we possess it, it's within us, but we can't see it until we choose to invoke it, and it's a bit of a risk, isn't it? To always believe in something that we can't see, to know it's going to show up whenever we need it to?
It's like that, for Muggles, only with something else. Something bigger.
| potions_master @ 2003-07-06 01:57 am UTC |
The magic is there, Lupin, at birth. It makes itself known, you see the evidence of it early on. These Muggles, they put so much importance on something that happened thousands of years ago and no one alive today can attest to it, making it hearsay. Legend. It is folly to put yourself in the imagined hands of a deity that no one has ever seen, let alone spoken to directly, save for some long-dead men who may or may not have written a book about it.
Trinkets, houses built of glass begging for rocks to be flung against them and brought down. I do not see your point, Lupin, any more than I see theirs.
| lupercus @ 2003-07-06 02:02 am UTC |
Have you ever met Salazar Slytherin? You have not, yet you do not doubt his existence, since the castle you call home was built by him and his colleagues, and there are books written about him that are as old as time itself. Yet who do you know among our kind has ever spoken to the man, himself?
Muggles have their own evidence as well, Severus. You do them wrong to downplay it. Perhaps we can make things happen, as wizards, but they have a different method. They have prayer.
It would not hurt you to have a little faith, once in a while. Or, at least allow others to have it.
| potions_master @ 2003-07-06 02:11 am UTC |
Faith, Lupin, is for those who have not yet seen what we are capable of. I have had faith, once, and it left its mark upon me.
I am no longer interested in faith.
Goodnight.