“Let’s settle down.”
Everyone adjusted themselves in their seats as they prepared themselves for this week’s Muggle Studies lesson. The three Black sisters sat in the back of the room, two of which were talking amongst themselves while the other was trying to listen to the lecture.
“The more I come here, the more I loathe Muggles. I don’t know why we’re taking this course. Mother wouldn’t approve,” Bellatrix bellowed.
“True. It’s not like we’ll marry one. Father wouldn’t hear of it. So why then?” added Narcissia.
“Cause we live among them. There are more Muggle-born wizards coming to our school every year. It’s only natural that we learn some of their ways,” Andromeda whispered as she strained to listen.
“The only thing I want to know about Muggles is where they hurt most when I curse them,” seethed Bellatrix.
“Miss. Black.” All three sisters craned their necks to the professor. “Andromeda, could you read the passage?”
“Yes, sir.” She stood up and stared at page, hoping that she picked the right paragraph since she couldn’t hear over her sisters’ prejudices. “What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, and for that name which is no part of thee take all myself.”
“Thank you. Now, Mr. Tonks, continue on from that in Romeo’s place.”
The shabby looking man stood up also as he cleared his throat, “I take thee at thy word. Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; henceforth I never will be Romeo.” His eyes caught hers as he finished the passage. He began to blush from her gaze.
“Good. Now, how can we relate this to our present and, more so, the wiziarding world.” A few Gryffindor hands rose while some Slytherin students (like the two Black sisters) slumped back in their chairs, showing no signs of participating.
But Andromeda took the initiative and continued the discussion. Her eyes still locked onto Ted as she spoke, “I guess when she asked ‘what’s in a name?’ she was really inferring to his family. It didn’t matter to her what family he had come from because she loved him for who he is.”
“Right,” Ted interjected, “And he just wants to love her, regardless of his name or family. Sort of like in our world where people judge others by their blood status or in school by what house you’re in. Love shouldn’t matter like that. Love should just be.”
“Love should just be,” Bellatrix mimicked silently in a childish tone.
“Good points, Mr. Tonks and Miss Black. 10 points to Hufflepuff and Slytherin for the insight.” The professor continued on with the discussion amongst the rest of the class.
Yet Ted and Andromeda were interested in other things, as their eyes kept darting back and forth, hoping to get the other’s attention.