The Dark Witch Society Private Group Closed

@Illowy Magnard @Calanthe Choi @Sylvie Maple @Marla Quinlan

It wasn’t long before Savannah found herself inundated with conversation. The 11-year-old flourished under the attention, belly warming as she finally received the recognition she deserved. Sharpening her own theories and beliefs against the minds of other bright witches would do nothing but make her stronger. Savannah sucked down a calming breath, rolls her shoulders and relaxing some. "Correct me if I'm wrong.” Illowy began "but you don't truly believe that Muggles and Wizards can live in harmony, do you? Muggles have a need for control and stability and revealing magic to them will throw them into a complete panic." Savannah nodded along as the girl spoke, brown eyes focused on the details of her face. "Granted, there are some who are open minded, like those who knowingly marry into a wizarding family and have children... but those who are closed minded, who are afraid, they are a danger to themselves and to us and would potentially spark a war between the two sides."

“Not at all. Historically,” she found herself repeating similar words that she shared with a puny little Ravenclaw some weeks ago “—Muggles have only sought to only destroy foreign civilizations. Even now they treat their own kind like animals, leading and trapping certain populations with an iron bit and barbed fencing.” Savannah shook her head some, eyes tired despite the rush of excitement she had experienced not even a few hours earlier. “Our populations need to remain entirely separate, at least until the Wizarding world has strengthened itself to a formidable height. But even then, just knowing of our existence would send them into a rage-blind panic.” Savannah finished her sentence with a light sneer, lip curling in disgust at how human beings treated their own kind. She thought of the Mexican Immigrants in American-Muggle camps, suffering and dying. She thought of the abuses Syrian Muggle Immigrants had to endure in their own country. It made her heart sad and if that’s what muggles would to their own-kind, only Merlin knew what they would try to do to Witches and Wizards—a whole other species unto itself.

Savannah then turned her attention to the blonde-haired girl, shaking her hand firmly as it was offered. Her touch didn’t linger, palm with drawing as easily as she offered it. The blonde kindly shared her own experience with displaying magic in front of muggles. "Also, I don't think I've introduced myself before. I'm Sylvie Maple," the politeness was refreshing. Wizards and Witches, for all their pomp and circumstance, seemed to spend very little time on teaching their children basic manners. At least, that wasn’t what happened in Sylvie’s case. The girl was rather petite, a part of Savannah was certain that she’d be able to lift the girl and toss her out the window without much trouble. “Savannah Rose,” she offered back with a kind smile. The girl was easy to like, it seemed almost effortless on her part. Though she couldn’t help but turn her eyes away from the potential political sect members, and back towards Marla Quinlan. The girl had decided to open her big mouth, "Good evening, good sir. How are you on this fine evening?" The blonde wished she could just make Marla disappear. Or at the very least, sober up.

Savannah’s attention was captured once more, when the black-haired Asian girl who had been burning holes into the side of her face, decided to speak. “I think – Oh! I’m Calanthe, by the way. Calanthe…,” a bemused smile danced on her black lips, one eyebrow rising sharply in question.
“Oh no lassie’, don’t tell me you forgot.” Savannah muttered, her eyes kind. Calanthe looked away, before spluttering out the rest of her sentence.
“ah…C-Choi.”

“There we go. Savannah Rose,” she introduced herself again, offering her hand to shake. When the girl reacted too slowly to take the offered gesture, Savannah just snaked her hand into Calanthe’s own and gave it a firm squeeze. The girl seemed…wound up. Nervous. High-strung. Savannah couldn’t fathom why. It wasn’t like she had sacrificed someone in the front of the class, she had just given a little speech. The girl rambled on some, Sav’s ears perking up when Calanthe described her own muggle-born experience.

“I mean, the bit about throwing muggle-born magical kids to the dogs. I’m in a situation like that…well, not just like that…but yeah. I see where you’re coming from and I agree with you. I think dark magic is important for us in this day and age.”

Savannah nodded along, giving some affirmation that she had heard the girl speak. “You know, I haven’t exactly figured it out yet, but I would like to develop a magical tracking system for Muggle-Born Magical children.” She wet her lips. “I would like to study spell crafting. The creation of a spell, that can isolate magical children in the muggle populace, and make them easier to be found and relocated—far before their 11th birthday."