<strong>Name:</strong>Albus Severus Potter<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Student<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Transfiguration Class<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Inali<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Albus smiled when Inali noted the way he had been able to deal with his fear (yes, he was always a sucker for compliments) it made him remember that any of his petty fears or problems could be dealt with proper thinking and assessment. He noted Inali’s disgust at the last students fumbling attempts to deal with the Boggart, apparent even through his practiced indifference. Albus was impressed that he was able to speak so calmly about the Salem Witches Institute, most would have allowed bitterness and anger to seep into their tone, but Inali seemed to take things in stride, Albus wondered why he couldn’t be more like that.<br/><br/>“Very poor of them, to assume based on no evidence, when we live in a world where something new and seemingly inexplicable comes before us every single day.” He said, as a student awkwardly dealt with a fear which appeared to be a female version of himself. Albus turned Inali’s statement over in his head. On the one hand, Albus believed that there was a capacity for human understanding which could bridge the divide between people who held differences in culture, after all he had just dedicated much time to bridging the gap between magical ministries across the world. But he had to admit there were great differences between him and the man in front of him, perhaps he could never hope to understand his experiences.<br/><br/>“Comanche. Very interesting. I would love to speak to you and your twin further about whatever you are willing to share. I agree we were raised differently but I’ve spent my whole life trying to understand differences. I hear your people have a more enlightened view about sharing magic with the outside world than ours, it’s something we could benefit from. So if you feel comfortable speaking to a Pale Face on these matters sometime I can be an avid listener.”<br/>