James Sirius Potter (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} curseseeker) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} hogwarts_dawn, |
"That's not the way society works, though. Society wants to move on, get passed the ugliness, as quickly as possible. War is over. Mourn the dead. Then get on with life, rebuild, prove it's all behind us now." Jamie shrugged. "A lot of people would rather just pretend they weren't affected by it, brush it under the rug and try to forget it happened."
The turn in her curiosity caused another laugh to come slipping out. "Oh, he's seen it. Just before the castle threw it's little fit, a quidditch match was organized. Your generation versus Dad's and ours. Grandpa James not only saw her fly, he had the privilege of having us wipe the pitch with his team," he added with a grin before explaining further. "I've been working for Gringott's as a cursebreaker. Last several months I've been posted here in Scotland at Goblin Hall. But, I was expecting to hear on a dig in Moldova any day when Al and I arrived."
Sighing, he shook his head. "Now you sound like Dad. But, it's honestly not that bad, dealing with the press and the public. It's just the way it is. Think back to your time, the society pages filled with pureblood heiresses marrying eligible pureblood heirs? That's us now. Dad and his friends, the D.A., they saved the world and became the new society elite as a result. They are the people making our laws, setting the example for acceptable behaviour, influencing fashion and social trends, driving economy. We were born to privilege and with that privilege comes a certain level of obligation." He winked at her. "The Potter legacy's grown a bit from your time, that's all."