"I think they're likely to talk to us anyway," Albus suggested. "They'll want to know what's going on here, about what we're up to. They won't want us carrying on unchecked, especially considering what happened here. Or, as you say, the risk of us contacting the muggle world."
Albus rested one elbow on the table, propping his chin in his palm as he considered. He couldn't help the glint in his eye. It had been a while since he'd had a conversation with real substance. Severus was a clever man, and Cassandra had always been bright, but there was a back and forth here that he had missed.
"I still would be tempted to sign those which benefit us, or are of little consequence. It never hurts to get people on side." He raised a wry eyebrow, a small smile emerging. " Perhaps don't use the word 'weapon' too much, though. There are only a few dozen of us."
The professor stayed where he was, propped up on his elbow, bright stare fixed almost unnervingly on Regulus as he spoke. For a split second, the conversation reminded him of another he had had, many years ago.
"I think you could argue that about almost all magic," he finally replied, his tone thoughtful. "Apart from a few exceptions, It's a tool, like anything else. And therefore not innately good or bad. But perhaps the fact that those 'evil' people use the unforgivable curses in such a manner is enough to make them illegal? Society has to draw a line somewhere, after all. Should we not err on the side of caution with such things?"
"I suppose it the question of whether something is justified or not is always a complicated one, especially when creating a new system."