thepostmodernpottercompendium:You’d think a witch working down in the Department of Mysterie
thepostmodernpottercompendium: You’d think a witch working down in the Department of Mysteries would know better than to go about flaunting a criminal record. Or to continue breaking the law, for that matter. Padma Patil kept on. You could say it was a challenge, of sorts, one that she kept up even after being hauled up in front of the Wizengamot no less than three times. People said the only reason she’d got off scott-free was because she was a war-hero. Maybe they weren’t wrong; maybe war heroes were invulnerable, maybe they played by rules that others weren’t privy to. It wasn’t as if it was a big offense. A minor infraction of the rules, a regular flaunting of the Statute of Secrecy. One little hole in the blind the wizarding world had pulled over the muggles’ eyes. But the way they went on about it, Merlin, you’d think it was the end of the world - putting us all in danger by her blatant disregard for the rules. Of course, no one asked them why they thought a magical carpet was more likely to be spotted than a broomstick. A magical carpet - that was unusual and that was enough. Never mind that it was far more comfortable, far more efficient than a broom. It was odd, it was out of place, it was an infraction of the Statute of Secrecy. Padma kept on flying her carpet. One day they’d figure it out. One day they’d realize it wasn’t simply about the Statute of Secrecy but something much larger. A whole way of living rendered invalid and meaningless by one petty little law - something they worried about because they knew and they couldn’t separate the threads of the magical and non-magical the same way these men from the Ministry could. Till then they could keep slapping on the handcuffs as much as they bloody well liked. She was in bloody good company. -- source link