Mandy sighed, the pile of torn blades of grass on her knee growing as she pulled them out of the ground. She'd always been the girl who could never sit still, her hands were always finding something to do even when the rest of her was idle. "I don't know how they think they can fool us into thinking muggles are any more dangerous than witches or wizards. Wands can do just as much damage as muggle weapons, even if it seems less barbaric."
Mandy hadn't chosen to take Muggle Studies this year, but she'd heard the horror stories from her friends. "If the poor choices of one person reflect the desires of everyone of the same kind, well," she said, meeting Ginny's eyes again, "we'd all be as bad a You-Know-Who, wouldn't we?" It was crazy to say that just because some Muggles were violent that all of them were.