"It's too early. The winner's not been established, and-" They're the ones to write the history books at the end, but - He shook his head. "I don't know."
"It doesn't matter whether I believe that he should or should not be minister! At the moment, he is. They are.
Their laws are reinforced now and they are real. They may be altered one day, if we are fortunate, but these laws should not - must not be forgotten, or dismissed. Those who forget history are doomed to repeat it, and people are too good at ignoring that history exists already."
Al's worry seemed all too real as he stared at the wedding invitations in front of him. One red, one blue.
He stared at the pairs of names amid the bright splotches of colour, at the row of jarred up human hearts on the bench, and the thoughts which only existed in his head until now, seemed frighteningly real as well, as he put them into words: "What do you want to bet me? Both of these weddings will go on as if no legal change has occurred: we'll hear them say the marriage spell all the same-" He looked up at Severus, meeting his eye. "-without even realising that with it they're signing up for something which used to signify commitment but is now a definition to an exclusive breeding program."
Al shook his head. "I don't think I want to be a part of that."