“Yeah but… we’re in Germany?” Meike paused, “how did you even get here?” She knew about her friend’s family and the place she was from. That town sounded like a bit of a death trap, to be honest. A part of her wanted to tell Mihaela that she’d been practicing her punching over the past year; that she was confident that she could take her down in a fight now, but it didn’t seem like the right time to bring it up. Meike shook her head, not sure that she was going to get any sort of straight answer from her friend. Some German girl from Beauxbatons had told her to be here? Okay. Meike was fine to run with that.
The crowd was surging forward, caught in some kind of mob-mentality swell of passion. Even cool-headed Meike had to admit that it was pretty intoxicating. She wasn’t fist-pumping or screaming like her friend was, but she found herself keeping up with the pace and the excited energy around her. “No they don’t, but I should probably look out for reporters…” Meike glanced around quickly, but did feel very safe in the crowd. Her ministry internship and almost-guaranteed job there would probably be threatened by her attendance at a thing like this. “Are we marching toward the ministry building?” She asked distantly, not sure if Miha could hear her.
“We are pureblooded,” Meike said to her friend, amused at the whole PUREBLOOD ~ NOT US thing. Meike wondered what Marek would think of all of this. He was pretty insistent that magic and blood were very much interlinked. The whole thing made her uncomfortable, but not enough to really challenge him about it too much. She was clever, hard-working and… well, quite non-confrontational. Not as passionate about things as her friend beside her. Suddenly, the crowd began to slow. Miha was pushing her way ahead to see what the disturbance was so Meike followed, keeping an eye out for photographers around them. When they got to the front of the group, the Krov girls were affronted with another group of people, similarly dressed and adorned with pickets and signs.
These guys, however, were protesting their protest.
“That troll-looking guy at the front seriously has a sign that says Magic is might? Is he for real?” Meike stared at her friend incredulously. “Magic is might,” she repeated in a deep voice, making a dumb troll face. “Purebloods are the best and there’s no incest at all.” She stomped a little to make her troll impersonation clear.
Meike hadn't expected things to go this way but it was bound to be an exciting afternoon, she thought, resigning herself with well-natured reluctance to the antics of her friend.
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