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Inventing a new spell; a most tricky and daunting proposition. Beyond most wizards. Lupin flattered himself by thinking he had a chance, but if pressed, well, he had helped with the Marauder's Map, had he not? He knew a thing or two about Defense Against the Dark Arts, and this was not dissimilar.

Besides, what did it hurt to try? (Besides the very real chance of an injurious backfire.)

Lupin came to the City, seeking out a place by the river where he (probably wrongly) thought no one would venture close enough to be harmed by his experimentation. Once there, he sat down on the grass without much regards for his dignity, and began writing on the book he had liberated for such a purpose.

"Protego Minutiae," he began, writing the words down as he spoke them.

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Einhart nodded as she listened to Lupin's explanation. That all made a lot of sense. Usually, if people were afraid of something, it was that much harder to fight against it.

Though it definitely must've hurt for Lupin to admit that the biggest threat his world had ever faced was completely meaningless compared to some of the other on the ship. "But wasn't that fear able to be done because of his power?"

"Power is not something to be feared," Lupin said in a patient, professorial tone. "What causes fear is how that power is used. It is not what he could do that made him such a terrible foe, but what he did do, what he was willing to do. Kill the innocent, control the minds of others, torture for any reason or none at all. Perhaps even more than that, he gave every witch or wizard who also felt that such things were acceptable a place to belong where they too could do such things. At the same time, he made good men and women afraid to stand against him, because they knew that it might not only bring pain to themselves, but to those they loved."

He turned the wand he held in his hands, then displayed it on his open palm. "For example, if you wanted, right now you could take my wand away and I wouldn't be able to perform magic." He could perform some magic wandlessly, but to advertise that seemed like bragging. "That wouldn't take any magical power on your part at all. All anyone who wanted to take my wand would have to do is wrestle it from me, and let's be honest, I'm not the most fit of wizards to oppose that. Anyone on this ship could likely do it. But I don't fear they will, because though they could, they wouldn't. Kindness, propriety, or respect forbids it, do you see?"

Einhart nodded at his explanation. It made a lot of sense, though it was stuff she mostly already knew, even if she didn't experience it personally herself (though she did have the memories of similar incidents from her ancestors). "Yes, I understand that. That's usually always the case. Most people don't fear people just because of the power they have until they're given a reason to do fear them."

"If we didn't allow other people power over us, we wouldn't have a society." Not that society was always entirely good; witness the prejudice against his own kind, justified though it was.

Einhart blinked. "That's... a little different." It was one thing to elect someone to government, it was another for someone who had the power to level a city to start using it to terrorize people.

"It's all the more reason why those who abuse power are so feared, something that came to mind thinking of why we here on this ship have so much difficulty getting organized. We all have, as near as I've seen, a history of dealing with those who abuse their power. That makes it much harder to accept giving any away."

Einhart nodded at that. She didn't have any direct experience with that herself, but her ancestor did, and she knew that Vivio's parents definitely had experience with things like that. "It does make things difficult, doesn't it? We did manage to elect the council though, and elect the captain without too much problems though."

"Maybe it's just what I hear, but people seem to spend more time complaining about either than being grateful they exist." Lupin shrugged. He gave the politics of the ship little notice, being content to maintain in his private way and cause no trouble.

Einhart blinked, before moving to think a bit. That was true, a lot of people did complain. "I guess... but that happens with everywhere, doesn't it? There are some people here who are happy with what's getting done."

Some people definitely complained during the rule of Ancient Belka, that was sure, even while others praised the leaders.

"From what I've seen, there's much more anger here than, say, back in England. Everyone grumbled about the Ministry of Magic, but that was really only for the sake of form. Outside of the Quibbler's devoted readership I don't think anyone truly believed it to be evil or malicious." And the Quibbler's theories betrayed a naive notion of the true nature of evil, at that.

"That makes some sense, I guess," Einhart said. "Different circumstances here. Back then, we didn't lose our worlds, after all..."

Lupin considered a moment. "I think, and this is just a guess, that many of the people on this ship have harsher experiences with governments or ruling figures than is common. So they expect ours here to be cruel, or have hidden agendas, or such."

Einhart nodded. She could definitely understand that. Political backstabbing and maneuvering had ended up causing a lot of the Saint King Unification War, after all. "That's... also understandable."

"Understandable, yes, but if it grows to the point where the crew is unwilling or unable to put its trust in anyone..." Much as he might hope that would not be the case, he could see it as a possibility.

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