Black may voice dissent until his quill snaps, but one wonders how he knows anything about life in the Lord's England, having been away from it for so very long. Progress does not happen overnight, but if my cousin could see the gallery district in New London, or the clear view atop Primrose Hill, I'm certain he'd be terribly impressed with the rise of British Wizardkind.
Or perhaps not. He doesn't even capitalise the word Wizard, as you see. And yet you'll notice how he capitalises the words muggle and mudblood. He was friends with too many of their kind as a child, you see, and now he's one of those piteous, mewling self-loathers. No doubt he loathes himself for other reasons, too. Tragic.
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Black may voice dissent until his quill snaps, but one wonders how he knows anything about life in the Lord's England, having been away from it for so very long. Progress does not happen overnight, but if my cousin could see the gallery district in New London, or the clear view atop Primrose Hill, I'm certain he'd be terribly impressed with the rise of British Wizardkind.
Or perhaps not. He doesn't even capitalise the word Wizard, as you see. And yet you'll notice how he capitalises the words muggle and mudblood. He was friends with too many of their kind as a child, you see, and now he's one of those piteous, mewling self-loathers. No doubt he loathes himself for other reasons, too. Tragic.