"Everyone has their own personal limits, I think," Angela mused, picking slightly at a perfectly manicured finger, "Life is a series of compromises between differing extremes, one of them being freedom versus security." She herself had even acquiesced to security, through her family. But part of being a family was using your knowledge to protect them, so until this whole thing was settled, Adrian or William would not be coming near Wizarding Britain.
"I'll think about it, and get back to you when I have a credible answer, if it's okay," There had to be some excuse she could come up with. She was rather good with those.
The journal sat between them on the table, and the unicorn on the front preened at Gilbert's words, shooting a small stream of happy pink sparkles at his robes, "I think it likes you!" Angela laughed, resisting to make a joke about unicorns and maidens (or whatever the male equivalent would be).
"Goblin wars. And by the way, I still maintain that my theory on the political causes of the Wand Ban of 1631 was better than yours." It was, too. He just got a higher grade because he had had more citations. Prat. Her information had been good; she simply hadn't bothered remembering where it all came from!