Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2018 1:02:35 GMT
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It had been a few days since Christine set foot in the Starlight Speakeasy, and just as she thought, the lounge was still beautiful even without all the New Year’s trappings.
She noticed there was an inn available for patrons and wondered if she would be able to negotiate a room.
She’d been staying at a seedy hotel on the other side of town that didn’t have the friendliest staff and even worse guests. She didn’t care much, she was more than capable of keeping to herself, but the building didn’t even have hot water. Christine would kill for a steaming shower.
Before getting too carried away with whimsical notions of standard amenities, Christine needed to focus on negotiating a job first. It wasn’t that Christine doubted her voice, it hadn’t failed her yet, but in the few days that she had been in the godforsaken freezing country, she had been made aware of the growing tensions between pureblood and less pureblood or muggle born.
It was impossible to avoid the rumors or not pay attention to the recent attacks happening in their small society. Even Christine who was well accustomed to the brutality of the world was shocked at certain depravities. Killing children? Merlin, who could do such a thing?
Still the entire conflict was strange for Christine who grew up in the states.
It was only fourteen years ago that Rappaport’s law was repealed, but tensions between the magical community and no-majs were still at an all-time high. Christine remembered the repeal distinctly, it was one of her earliest memories. Everything before the age of ten was a complete mystery, so everything that happened that first year of memorable youth Christine was hyper aware of. She wanted to make sure she never forgot another thing again.
Rappaport’s Law was meant to protect the secrecy of magic and prevented any type of relationship or interaction between no-majs and wizards unless it was strictly necessary. Of course this only led to greater tension and conflict between the two communities. It was a good thing when the law was repealed, but they were still a long way from full acceptance, if a thing could ever exist.
Europe was different. There was still a secrecy practiced, but it wasn’t illegal to interact with no-majs. Clearly some wizards and witches interacted quite a bit with no-majs in Europe. Muggles and Wizard folk alike formed alliances, friendships, even marriages and had children.
Currently it looked as though that would change. At least some people wanted it to change. The dark things Christine had been hearing alluded to a secret society dedicated to pureblood supremacy and greater tensions between muggle and magical. It looked as though a full scale war was only a hair’s breadth away. Almost everyone had an opinion on the subject, even when Christine didn’t care to listen. Some were staunch supporters of this secret group, others were distinctly against the idea, and more often than not it depended on what their own status was.
Christine had no clue about her blood status, whether she was pure, or half, or muggle born. She hoped the lack of knowledge wouldn’t prevent her from getting a job. It was horrible to be thrown into a war and not know what side you were supposed to be on. She didn’t know Westley’s parentage either as he was an orphan too but seeing as how it was illegal for muggles and wizard folk to interact with one another she assumed Westley’s parents – as well as her own – were both magical. Unfortunately, her assumptions weren’t worth much.
Christine didn’t right care one way or another about the war, she had too many of her own demons to deal with, but if pressed she could understand the desire to come out of the shadows. Why did wizards and witches need to hide who and what they were from muggles? Christine wasn’t about to make anyone bow down to her, far from it, but forcing her people to hide because muggles couldn’t handle magic also seemed unfair. That didn’t mean she wanted to see people murdered. She’d seen and dealt with enough murder to last her several lifetimes.
She just wanted peace, and justice, for the time being however she’d settle for survival.
“Hello?” she called out, her American accent echoing throughout the empty room.
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