<strong>Name:</strong>Albus Severus Potter (http://i.imgur.com/hPaSizJ.jpg)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Student<br/><strong>Location:</strong>History/Philosophy of Sex Classroom<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Inali, Kutseena<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Albus liked the way that Kutseena was forthright and honest like her brother, certainly not one to get mixed up in small talk, and she seemed to respond to his straight talk with good humor. Most people probably would have thought it polite to claim they loved the campus already, but he could tell that when he asked her a question, he was going to get a real answer. When she invited him to come hunting he was quite happy, he wasn't sure how sure she was of her invitation, but it seemed like it meant she at least found him interesting.<br/><br/>He listened carefully to her explanation about the Comanche ways he had mentioned, not saying anything but absorbing the words and thinking about them. At his time at the Ministry, Albus had realized that the people there had a tendency to blab about other cultures they knew nothing about, and not listen to explanations. More than once, he had actually seen a Ministry official explaining to someone about that person’s own culture, while the foreigner politely smiled and tried to pretend they weren't horribly offended. “Yes,” he said, she had finished speaking “Perhaps saying enlightened was a poor choice of words. But it certainly is more straight forward” Albus had political views that would seem rather radical to the Ministry establishment; he supported a policy of breaking down the barriers between the Magical and Muggle world. Even his parents were a little uneasy about his zeal on the subject, despite all of the radical notions they had brought to the wizarding world (he still smiled every time he thought of his father’s stories about Aunt Hermione and house elf equality) it was still too radical of an idea for them. He noted Kutseena’s moment of consternation before she asked him about European Muggles, and why they found it so hard to believe in magic. He thought about his answer for a second before answering.<br/><br/>“I must confess, I myself consider myself a skeptic, I don’t readily accept notions that are new to me, perhaps something in my culture an upbringing. But I do understand what you mean, I would like to think, that even if I was not born a wizard, I would have been able to see what is there in everything. I feel like it would take a sort of blindness not too. Part of it is our fault, we work hard to keep them blind.  Their culture has become a machine built to keep these new ideas out, anyone who thinks they might see something others cannot, they are treated as different, possibly insane.” Albus shrugged and shook his head “I really cannot give a better answer than that. That a whole culture would become so willingly blind like that, it is sad, I hope to change it one day, they have accomplished so much without magic, and are capable of so much more, if they opened their eyes” Albus paused, realizing that he was going into lecture mode. It had been a while since he had spoken to someone who would engage in such interesting conversation. He decided to be quiet again and see what she would say.<br/>