Post by Theodore Nott on May 1, 2008 14:13:29 GMT
Theodore pushed the doors open, stepping in to the Hogwarts Library, where a surprisingly fresh smell accosted his nostrils. Probably the crazy librarian was trying to spruce things up a bit, he thought.
The library, provided it wasn't inhabited with noise-making imbeciles, was generally a good place to reply correspondences. Theodore knew full well that the Slytherin common room was a bad place to discuss or write any sensitive issues, as everyone was always ready to use it against you.
He sat down at an empty table near the Arithmancy Section (the least visited section) and mulled over Slytherin a bit.
He had often wondered exactly what Salazar Slytherin himself had wanted and aimed for. Pureblood supremacy, for sure, considering the Sorting Hat itself had said it. Theodore thought that it was a very fair thing, considering at the time, Muggles were copulating like animals and were prosecuting wizards because of their magic. What you don't understand, fear, thought Theodore.
Still, allowing muggleborn witches and wizard into the wizarding world was a good thing in some ways. A lot of pureblood tradition, Theodore knew, dated back to hundreds of years ago. The Notts had one or two that dated back thousand of years ago. Almost 9 generations. He was proud of his tradition and customs, but they also meant things remained unchanged. And for human life, that was bad.
It was a sad and sobering realization to understand that wizards depended on muggleborns where else Muggles continued to thrive without wizards unlike days of old when people, muggle and wizard would wait months, even years in line to seek an audience with the great Merlin to help them. After a while, Merlin had left them to their problems, as he grew sick of their dependence on him.
Theodore shook his head, clearing his off-tangent thoughts. He was used to it though: asking questions few did, thinking things bigger than him.
He took out two sheet of parchments, one written on and another empty. It was time to reply to mother's letter.
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The library, provided it wasn't inhabited with noise-making imbeciles, was generally a good place to reply correspondences. Theodore knew full well that the Slytherin common room was a bad place to discuss or write any sensitive issues, as everyone was always ready to use it against you.
He sat down at an empty table near the Arithmancy Section (the least visited section) and mulled over Slytherin a bit.
He had often wondered exactly what Salazar Slytherin himself had wanted and aimed for. Pureblood supremacy, for sure, considering the Sorting Hat itself had said it. Theodore thought that it was a very fair thing, considering at the time, Muggles were copulating like animals and were prosecuting wizards because of their magic. What you don't understand, fear, thought Theodore.
Still, allowing muggleborn witches and wizard into the wizarding world was a good thing in some ways. A lot of pureblood tradition, Theodore knew, dated back to hundreds of years ago. The Notts had one or two that dated back thousand of years ago. Almost 9 generations. He was proud of his tradition and customs, but they also meant things remained unchanged. And for human life, that was bad.
It was a sad and sobering realization to understand that wizards depended on muggleborns where else Muggles continued to thrive without wizards unlike days of old when people, muggle and wizard would wait months, even years in line to seek an audience with the great Merlin to help them. After a while, Merlin had left them to their problems, as he grew sick of their dependence on him.
Theodore shook his head, clearing his off-tangent thoughts. He was used to it though: asking questions few did, thinking things bigger than him.
He took out two sheet of parchments, one written on and another empty. It was time to reply to mother's letter.
,
