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A Whole World in a Nose-Biting Teacup

I listened to our Great King's speech on a magically enhanced Muggle radio who signals comes from a station filled with employees in very much the same manner, doing very much the same jobs, as its Muggle counterpart. I laughed at the irony of His soon-to-be decree of a final segregation between Muggle and Wizard though even hardliners like Americans still live quietly integrated. I laughed as I thought about how the Knight Bus is a magically enhanced double-decker Muggle bus taking His subjects to work. I laughed thinking that the very mode of transportation that takes all of His subjects' children to Hogwarts is that of a steam-powered Muggle locomotive. I laughed because half of British Wizard Music is influenced by the Muggle Music Industry.

I laughed because this nation has always grown up parallel to that of Muggles. We use their things that have been forgotten. The very hospital He spoke of entrance's is a rundown Muggle department store. The Ministry, under another Muggle building. The guest entrance to said Wizard Government, that of a Muggle box. I laughed because I worry that He will have to decree a lot more unearthing than making refugees of His own subjects forced to untangle some very old, deep roots in ancient locations like London because a Muggle city happened to cropped up around them. To be made to shuffle their lives into prefab, quick-build modular homes. Homes that will be magically stacked upon the other to become a tantalizing petri dish for magical diseases to grow, flourish and mutate within a whole world forced to live in a nose-biting teacup.

Regressing is never a wise option for protection or progress.

A Story About Monsters:
I was arrested on the 8th along with the three other minorities who tried to immigrate out of a bad situation. For having been subjected to institutionalized distrust and then caged, they each still shared their stories with me. Stories on how they'd turned their eyes to the East for hope and new beginnings. To risk everything. Loose everything. To try for something more than what they had.

The UK was their Land of Opportunity.

A land then defined in four by four.

They hadn't heard about the werewolf murders which had made the girl with long, thin braids next to me tighten with fear. Four by four and a then super moon fast approaching, she had made the biggest gamble of all. Her's is a tragedy I can't even express right. She had been born Muggle but nothing about her life had ever been right.( [OOC: TRIGGER WARNINGS- CHILD ABUSE] )

I had looked past my cellmates, asking for more stories and saw I was the minority. 'What are you in for?' Too many were infractions that witch and wizards see no jail time for before making court. Justice isn't blind and the burden of proof falls on the accused.

( The entry is enchanted to have audio start playing when noticed )

( Magically pasted about on walls and poles in Diagon Alley )

( Pasted about in sellect parts of Muggle London )