Dominic raised an eyebrow at that - he wasn't really used to giving anyone hope. As far as he was concerned, Seamus was the one who'd put himself in that role, by choosing to make the pub what it was, accepting former Death Eaters into Battlescars, striving to make everyone feel included. Dominic had just had some of that feeling rub off on him. "Death Eaters didn't do anything to me during the war," he admitted. "I wasn't at the battle, they didn't come to my home and try to kill me. But the Ministry threatened to hold my parents hostage, and kept me in a cell for weeks." And yes, he knew that it was the Ministry under Voldemort's control, and that the Snatchers had been formed by Voldemort... But the entire Ministry hadn't been peopled by Death Eaters. There had been plenty of supposedly 'good' people who'd been too scared to stand up and stop what was happening. "So maybe it's harder for me to see one group as good and the other as bad. I like to judge people as individuals - and you've never done anything to me."
It wasn't something Dominic usually talked about, but out here in the peaceful countywide it seemed less like some dark secret he was keeping. Maybe suspecting that Pandora had secrets of her own was helping too. "You don't hate me because my parents are muggles, do you?" he asked bluntly. "I mean, I assume you wouldn't be here if you did." Maybe if they made it explicit, they could move past it quicker.
He let himself be distracted by the duelling talk. "I've never considered duelling with weapons," he admitted. "I think I'd definitely enjoy seeing that." Maybe he could even get Pandora to show him a few moves, because the idea of combining magic and a physical weapon was right up his alley. "There are probably others who would too. We're all just doing it for fun, really, and what could be more fun than seeing something new?"