Post by Morgan Pendragon on Apr 17, 2008 14:17:04 GMT -5
Morgan swallowed hard. She wasn't used to being put on the spot like this. "I..uh..we just thought that the Ministry should be doing what it said it would do, and protect the citizens of Spain, instead of hiring a bunch of mercenaries to wipe out lycans." She took her gaze off of the floor and forced herself to looks Birchhheel in the eye. "That is, professor, we thought that someone who could truly help the people should be in charge. And, well, after extensive research on the magi-political history of Spain, you seemed to be the best candidate. Not only are you the heir apparent of the largest, most prominent Famillia, you also seem to have the right temperament. You are stern, but level-headed, and you truly care for your country. I can see now, however, that I was mistaken. It was presumptuous of me to make such plans."
Post by Felix I. Genero on Apr 17, 2008 14:55:18 GMT -5
As the door closed, Felix just stared back at Birchheel with the blankest face he could. What would happen. She looked comfortable enough, maybe he would live to see tomorrow. Then she spoke. Felix was shocked. No deadly quest. No rebuking. No agreements. Nothing really.
She asked Morgan her opinion. Felix was fine with this, Felix was too careless and Malachy was too proudly evil so Morgan was the best choice. Yeah, yeah, yeah, ‘timing misjudged’ how many times did he have to be reminded in the age long five minutes?
Morgan, of course, had an amazing answer which he agreed with. They needed Birchheel! He had so much to add! So many ideas that went along with the elaborate plan; a perfect plan that would save the country. He desperately wanted to add them but the Potions Mistress had addressed Morgan and Felix was determined to have Morgan be the only one speaking.
His conscious silently hoped that its overly enthusiastic mouth would not be called on seeing that it was sure to make a rash statement… or two.
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Upon entering the class room once more malachy's expression became stoic, with the slightest air calm determination. Malachy was no stranger to silence nor patience, he could wait as long as he needed to before he gave his own account of events. When Melia finally did speak he was not surprised that he chose to address Morgan first, it was the 'logical' choice.
However, Malachy didn't totally agree with the response Morgan made. Well that's not the best way to explain how he felt about that response. He agreed with the content, but not the delivery. Also, he didn't think it wise to insult the teacher, as indirect as it was. However he was sure that he would get his chance to speak, and to explain matters in his own way. He waited silently, with that same Stoic disposition, for he chance to speak.
Post by Melia Birchheel on Apr 21, 2008 16:36:45 GMT -5
Perhaps Melia’s thoughts had been misjudged; this girl had done her research very poorly indeed, to the extent of ignoring everything outside of her primary purpose –a somewhat imprudent move at the best of times. Still, the Spanish witch had known that the three children could not properly grasp every last complication with regards to the ministry, for there were many, some of which even Melia did not fully understand, but then, at least she was willing to admit this fact.
Listening in thoughtful silence as the Ravenclaw spoke, and even affording herself a rare, if somewhat rueful and much understated, smile as the girl spoke of their opinion of the potions professor. Correct and yet incorrect – and it seemed that Morgan knew this at long last. The potions mistress did not mind the masked and minor insult, merely seeing it as a moment of realisation, one which could be built upon. Melia’s golden gaze shifted from the prefect over to the young Gryffindor boy, noticing the alteration in his expression – he was eager, perhaps overly so, to have his say once again. A true Gryffindor, perhaps; forever planning grand rescues but without the proper consideration required for such schemes. The other boy, the Slytherin, was silent and unmoving, much as Melia herself. Her eyes lingered upon him the longest, but she did not address him, not yet. It was her turn to speak, softly and sternly as always.
“Miss Pendragon,” she began, formal but not unkind. “It seems that certain facts escaped you when you were doing your research into España’s history. You may know that the political history of muggle Spain is somewhat... peppered in its history, but it is nothing compared to that of wizarding Spain. It is an anarchy, a state where all citizens have absolute liberty – or at least something approximating it, for we are not totally without a governing body. The three familias, of which you rightly state mine – or rather, my Father’s – is chief, being both largest and eldest, act as mediators in disputes, or are at the forefront of controlling internal threats, such as the Nosferatu in the mountains... or the recently implemented Iberian Ministry, which was set up with no consultation with the Spanish people.
“Their aims, however, are far more multi-faceted than you seem to suggest,” she continued. “Wiping out lycans is not the aim of the Ministry, at least, not of the whole of it, or even of the Minister himself. There seems to be a faction within – the Black Forest Church – who take charge of all... half-breed issues, if you will forgive the ugly turn of phrase. Even then I am not sure eradication is their primary aim... it never used to be, certainly. Still, circumstances frequently change, often unpredictably.” She paused at this moment, swivelling her sights onto Felix.
“For example, I could not predict that Mister Genero would approach me at the beginning of this potions lesson and request that I take over the mantle of leader of Spain, especially when I believed my – and the majority of the Spanish people’s – desire to see Spain return to what it was before this political invasion by the ICW was plain to everyone. Tell me, Mister Genero, did you not know of Spain’s history of anarchy? Why, even the muggle country ran fairly well on that system, if only briefly.”
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Post by Felix I. Genero on Apr 21, 2008 17:24:31 GMT -5
Birchheels response, much as Felix feared, was the same spiel that she had given him. The Spanish Families. Felix knew all about them, within weeks of him knowing he was to move to Spain he knew more muggle history of it then probably the locals! It was so much different though! The wizarding history and the very backbone of Spain intertwined but now, in this day and age, it could not save Spain.
Birchheel had a misunderstanding that Felix most definityly wanted to clarify. They know that the motive of the ‘elimination of half-breeds’ was not the completely the objective and goal of the entire ministry. He, himself, had never been very motivated by saving all these races who just rip us apart and play with us like dolls anyway. This fact was kept to him and he wasn’t going to share it any time soon. It seemed to drive everyone else, and he did not want to get rid of the one tool that Felix could use to gain people to his great grand scheme of things.
It was falling into place. Felix soon saw the truth of Birchheels motive Morgan’s mistake and the solution. He tired not to get too excited seeing that he knew he was to be knocked back down with some tidbit of wisdom so obvious that he had completely missed.
When the Professor started to talk about him, Felix listened intently. What did she really think of him? The foolish rambling kid or the ambitious future leader? Her question was fairly rhetorical yet she gave him a small window to talk. With a professor, you can only talk when they want you too, but when they talk, you want to listen, both ways unlike his fellow students.
“Professor Birchheel, I know all about the history of Spain, the Anarchy that ruled Spain was marvelous! That very Government was a climax of this wonderful country! Anarchy is the way to rule a peaceful country of goodness and moral. Abundant joy and strong leaders to lead a country to safely among themselves without major political Democracy of any kind! If Spain would go back to that all would be well, but, as I’m sure you have seen in the world around you, Spain is no longer like that. Spain is filled with evil men; men with pure diabolical plans. How do you suspects a political philosophy, that Governs people by goodness and liberty, to create order, when they are people running around trying to kill everyone else for power? Until Spain is rid of these powers of darkness and abomination that corrupts every corner Spain cannot go back to the old ways. Spain is soon to be rid of a horrid leader who has turned this country more and more away from peace then before. When he is gone, we can’t just take Spain and turn it back to the anarchist country it use to be! When he is gone, the strongest evil will seize power and try to destroy all other powers until Spain’s in ruins. Spain will never be able to be reversed again. When the old leader steps down we need someone who is loyal to Spain, powerful enough to smite the evils around us, to be able to lead the people to rid of all the great evil that lurks. Then, and only then, shall Spain be able to return to its beautiful state of anarchy again.”
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Malachy listened calmly to Birchheel's comments on Morgan's account of event, which malachy was able to reap some, if not a very tiny amount, of new incite. And was actually thankful he wasn't called on first. Patience had its benefits. Especially when one could learn things and rethink his coming response before it was due.
As virtuous as patience is, it also had its drawbacks. These drawback became apparent, when Birchheel passed over Malachy and addressed Felix. Malachy was having trouble keeping his expression solid. Thankfully he did so, but if the potions mistress wouldn't need legimency to read Malachy's eyes. While his expression didn't change, he begged to speak up as his heard sank with the progression of his speech. "How do you suspects a political philosophy, that Governs people by goodness and liberty, to create order, when they are people running around trying to kill everyone else for power? this was about the point where Malachy almost lost control, he had just inhaled as if to speak up, but before his lips could so much as twitch he felt the silver, snake shaped ring constrict his finger twice rapidly. It was a urgent warning that Malachy dare not do what he was about to do. These where time that the Slytherin saw the Snake-ring, known as Sning was no less than god sent. He was sure he would have to thank his serpentine friend the next chance he got.
After that close to breaking moment Malachy quickly disguised the thought of being about to speaking with a simple deep breath to calm the nerves. He didn't doubt that the Teacher could see the frustration behind his deep red orbs, at having her the equivalent of a marching band running through a funeral home.if only he had telepathy, Felix would be on the floor in intense pain.
Needless to say, Malachy had a few disagreement with Felix he sorely wanted to address. One anarchy was the absence of government. it was anarchy that allowed people like Scorpius and Plutus where allowed to thrive unchallenged by the law, or any law for that matter. Felix was contradicting hinself by say he wasnted Birchheel to take charger, while supporting anarchy. The second was the fact that he supported both anarchy and liberty. Liberty wasn't something you just took and then ignored like its will stay there unharmed forever. Liberty needed to be protected not gut instated, and to protect liberty you needed law enforcement of some kind, and for there to be 'law' enforcement, there had to be laws to begin with. Laws where created by government. Anarachy is the absence of government. If anarchy happened the Spain would be lost to chaos, and the vicious cycle would only continue.
Malachy would keep those thought to himself for now. he had more urgent matters to discus and explain at the moment. he would have Ashelle explain the necessity of fair governing body, as it upholds liberty. Felix wouldn't believe Malachy anyway. he waited patiently to be addressed.
Post by Felix I. Genero on Apr 22, 2008 8:48:06 GMT -5
Felix could feel the anger around him. Many people had gifts of magic. Maybe they could read minds? See the future? Have extreme control over the dark arts? And Elementalist maybe? A Metamorphmagi or Animagi? An army of undead wizards at your command? They were so many magical gifts, Felix was that of being able to feel anger, emotions, look at a face and know the thoughts. It wasn’t a real defined gift yet, but it worked.
Malachy’s anger was very obvious to Felix, for once, for good reason. In truth, Felix disagreed with Anarchism and Libertarianism to many greater levels then visible. Oh, Anarchism was so horrid; he knew all the chaos that would come with it would destroy Spain! Libertarianism, oh how many flaws were with it. Libertarianism would also destroy a country like this, anything would, except Birchheel.
As much as Felix disagreed with his own ideas, he knew it was the only way to get to Birchheel. She loved the dream of an anarchist nation. She loved it! It was the only way to get to her. Unless convinced otherwise, she would just reject everything that was not her perfect plan that, sadly, could never work.
Felix knew that Malachy would disagree, be simpleminded, miss the point of him saying this and probably curse him to death later. Morgan, hopefully, would see the logic and not try to rashly defend Felix and say he didn’t mean that. He needed them both to be still and see Birchheels response. He needed her to agree to something.
He had given her bait to take, and he most definitely hoped, with all his heart, that she would even just barely sniff it to get a whiff of his plan.
Face, still filled with passion, yet blank. Like slat of marble with explosion of ideas and colors swirled within to create a perfect two-dimensional picture of emotion.
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Post by Morgan Pendragon on Apr 24, 2008 11:39:13 GMT -5
Morgan didn't intend to insult the professor, and certainly, she didn't realize her words might be construed that way until she had spoken them. It was too late to take them back now. She listened to what Felix said. When he was finished she spared a look towards Malachy, and smiled before speaking again.
"Professora," She said, all respect in her voice. "It is said that if men were angels they would need no government. And in ages past, the inhabitants of Wizarding Spain have been angelic. Now, however, we are faced with demons on both sides of the current 'Law', and we can no longer deny that what's best for Spain isn't what she wants. We must form a Spanish government for the Spanish Wizarding Community, lest Scorpius, Plutus and other evil men corrupt and abuse this country. I am afraid that the time of Spain's anarchy must end, at least, temporarily."
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