[ Lily is, in fact, never impressed when the discussion of werewolves comes up. Not from personal experience of course, but because the idea of painting an entire groups of people (because that's what they are, people) with a wide brush disgusts her. There are terrible people and there are wonderful people, and being a werewolf is not the deciding factor of this. It's bad enough that every single new professor they get decides to go over the same information all over again to invite the same problematic "discourse" to happen, but it's even worse when one encourages it.
Unlike Remus' slow slide downward (which she notices, categorizes, doesn't mention) Lily sits up straighter.
("You're so smart for a Muggle-born Witch, it's amazing! Muggles are usually, you know." rings in her head.)
She raises her hand sharply in a way that cuts off one of the other students mid-sentence, and her smile is like a cold, keen knife. Several of her classmates will recognize it - it's the moment before all hell breaks loose. ]
Professor, I can't help but notice you're allowing rumor and hearsay to rule our conversation today. If I may, I'd like to input my own anecdote about how once, a Wizard stole into my great-aunt's house and tried to murder everyone inside. Honestly, I don't know if I've ever felt comfortable around magical people since. What if they all try to murder me? Wouldn't that be awful? After all, one tried to hurt my family! They're the same scenario, aren't they?
[ A few people are quiet; a few more are quite angry. Their professor is especially so, pressing his lips together into a thin line. ]
"If you are quite done Miss Evans, we'll be continuing the lesson."
[ Lily's smile drops. It's the very last chance. ]
Yes, I apologize. Back to the lesson. Werewolves, correct? Are you telling me that we, as a society, are condemning an entire group of people for something they can't control? That we're meant to treat people different from us as lesser, as evil, as wrong, for something they can't control or change? My, doesn't that sound familiar.
[ And that strikes a chord. A bad one. Now most everyone is some sort of peeved at her - one boy near her asks her, sneering, if she is a werewolf but she just turns her head to stare at him coldly, resolute and unflinching. Then, the professor speaks again: ]
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Unlike Remus' slow slide downward (which she notices, categorizes, doesn't mention) Lily sits up straighter.
("You're so smart for a Muggle-born Witch, it's amazing! Muggles are usually, you know." rings in her head.)
She raises her hand sharply in a way that cuts off one of the other students mid-sentence, and her smile is like a cold, keen knife. Several of her classmates will recognize it - it's the moment before all hell breaks loose. ]
Professor, I can't help but notice you're allowing rumor and hearsay to rule our conversation today. If I may, I'd like to input my own anecdote about how once, a Wizard stole into my great-aunt's house and tried to murder everyone inside. Honestly, I don't know if I've ever felt comfortable around magical people since. What if they all try to murder me? Wouldn't that be awful? After all, one tried to hurt my family! They're the same scenario, aren't they?
[ A few people are quiet; a few more are quite angry. Their professor is especially so, pressing his lips together into a thin line. ]
"If you are quite done Miss Evans, we'll be continuing the lesson."
[ Lily's smile drops. It's the very last chance. ]
Yes, I apologize. Back to the lesson. Werewolves, correct? Are you telling me that we, as a society, are condemning an entire group of people for something they can't control? That we're meant to treat people different from us as lesser, as evil, as wrong, for something they can't control or change? My, doesn't that sound familiar.
[ And that strikes a chord. A bad one. Now most everyone is some sort of peeved at her - one boy near her asks her, sneering, if she is a werewolf but she just turns her head to stare at him coldly, resolute and unflinching. Then, the professor speaks again: ]
"Detention, Miss Evans."