"I think that's wise. If integration takes hold our economies will most certainly mingle in some form - it will make those areas unstable for quite some time. Do not invest in retail, invest in supply," the word 'integration' carried an exacted amount of venom. Lucius' didn't doubt that integration could take hold, there had always been enough muggle-loving fools in power to desire it. But he didn't doubt that it would bring their world to its knees. The statute of secrecy had been implemented for good reason, but those reasons seemed to have been forgotten.
"Why are you still reading that rubbish?" he asked, rather than dwell on the thought that he had been her teacher. Lucius smiled as he asked it, then opened his notebook "as it draws closer, if it does, ask for more frequent reviews. Our best hope is that our currency remains alone, because if the" he looked up at her, time was that these commentaries would be met with a smile that had nothing to do with what he'd just said.
Realising he'd lost his train of thought, Lucius called for Tibby. The house elf arrived, "tea," was all he said and the house elf was gone again.