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"Well, I guess my brother never really taught me to apologize or say it to others. if I did do something wrong, I would be spanked or smacked and everything was forgiven then and I did not need to say anything afterward. My clan, the Moira Clan, I am in I guess does not say sorry as other families or clans do. We did get disciplined but never were forced to say those words. 0nce you got punished, we did not need to do anything afterward and everything was normal after. My clan believes you should not dwell on your bad actions after it has been dealt with because it has already been handled and forgiven too." The young boy pointed out about the way he was taught. You could not really deny or accept what he said, everyone was different and raised differently, of course, it mattered how they acted with other people.  "But I will say sorry for being misogynist and being rude. Does that sound okay? Maybe I could give her something too for a peace treaty with her?"  He thought to wonder if that would be okay. "Would that be okay?" He asked her glancing at Ana. 

@Ana Fox

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She stared at him in disbelief upon this revelation. Something like pity welled up in her, clearly visible in her eyes. "You can give her something if you want, yes...", she said distractedly. "How - how can you talk so nonchalantly about being hit and spanked? That's child abuse! You should report that to someone... the police, maybe... the Headmaster... a Professor? Anyone you trust? You do know that it is not okay what your family is doing, right?" Ana was shocked. The Ravenclaw had been brought up learning that violence was wrong, that problems should be solved with words, not fists and that a child's upbringing should always happen with love, never with physical or psychological violence. 
She had never met a victim of domestic abuse before. Adohiro did not even seem to realize that he was one, and that caused her great mental distress. "And that is entirely the wrong approach!", she exclaimed, voice quivering. "How can you learn from your mistakes if you don't think about what has led to them? Don't you realize that you will do the same things wrong over and over again if you don't dwell on them for a while and reflect what has been the problem with your behaviour? Violence as a consequence and forgetting your misdemeanours only blocks out the problems instead of solving them..." 

Adohiro would be quite surprised at her comment, thinking he was being abused. He was not, sure his brother was strict and ruled with an iron fist, but he was also spoiled with love too. Sure, he might not have the freedom of doing whatever he pleased, that would be nice, but there were boundaries he could not pass. "I am not being abused and it is actually quite common in both Japan and South Korea to do corporal punishment. I rarely even get it, but when I do it is caused I crossed my brother's line." He let out a nonchalant shrug. Although he felt a tad bit jealous this girl never got smacked growing up, it would be nice to be in a family like that since he could do anything he wanted without any consequences. However, he did not think he would want a sister like Ana. Ana felt like a tattle teller kind of sibling, a bit like his older brother who raised him, so that would be less fun. "Well what is your family like? Since yours seems different than mine." He would ask her since he was quite curious about it and wanted to know more. 

@Ana Fox

As she was leaving the classroom, she heard Adohiro’s voice. The world around her faded when Adohiro mentioned the pool party. The April fool’s pool party… it had been her first party in Hogwarts, the really first time she exposed herself to others at Hogwarts. Her mind drifted, she suddenly forgot she was heading out of the room, she forgot she stood in front of Adohiro and Ana. Her footsteps stopped, her eyes locked in the floor, every other word faded. Everything they said, their conversation was far away. She was only able to catch some words, it didn’t make sense. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t speak; she could only focus on the floor. Her hands started to shake, she hold her books tight against her chest. As she started to panic, she realized what had happened. She tried to calm down, breathing slowly, telling herself everything was fine. It was a slow process, a process she accelerated; she knew she had to. She finally was able to calm down, she looked at the people standing before her, the words floated in the air, she opened her mouth and words came out. "Sorry I didn’t catch what you said.” Now that she had spoken, she couldn’t leave the room, she had trapped herself in the conversation.

Interacting with @Adohiro Moira and @Ana Fox