"Under control? You are in a one way bubble cut off from three dimensional space for fear of contamination of the local populace, and you think they have a shred of control? You get mail after it is thoroughly screened and trimmed. Your news papers are government regulated. Do you have any idea how people are really handling this out there? They are TERRIFIED that "the filthy Mudblood plague" will be the end of magical civilization."
He raked the blade across the stone in front of him before resuming.
"Listen. What you more than anyone needs to understand right now is that Lycanthropy is not some dirty disease. It is the magical equivalent to an alternate evolution. Stronger bodies, sharper senses, and more powerful sensitivity to the subtleties of shifting magical layers are all part of the change. It rids you of sickness and frailty. The only down side is a monthly aggression brought on by lunar psychosis."
"In larger communities, that isn't a problem. Buildings are easily built and charmed to contain this once monthly fury. A group can help bear the emotional burden and make legitimate, respectable lives. Lavender can't have any of that as she is now. She needs help. She needs a friend."