Shouting About Nothing

[Orwell Brocken]

Paris, July 2040

The eco-anarchist teen could barely believe where he was, he could hardly believe where he stood, and amongst whom, the teen was just loving life, there was nothing more amazing about this, than this day. Following all his successes at the school and the stories he had told his community Orwell with his parents and a handful of others had been selected to be taken to the protest in Paris, and that was where Orwell now stood in line with his comrades, placard in hand and shouting voice at the ready as they'd marched through the streets and finally stopping at the rally, where Orwell had finally sat himself down on the pavement at the edge of the protest, bottle of water in his hand, and a snack in the other, the placard was leaning on his should as he munched gratefully on the food he had, since this was tiring work, but he felt so good, he felt like he was just on top of the world, he felt like that with the others they could tear down fences, that any stress of the year was just completely gone, that he was just feeling amazing, and it didn't even matter that he'd mostly lost his parents within the crowd, they'd been holding a banner and Orwell with his placard had been going at a slower pace.

The teen had struggled with the french phrases but excelled at the English and he just felt so amazing that he was here, that he was taking part in a real life, huge protest with so many of his comrades and he felt like there was nothing that could go wrong about this day, it was different from school and so good to see so many like minded people who didn't blink once at Orwell's appearance or his hair, he fitted in perfectly with this crowd. The teen got to his feet, balancing the placard in his arm as he drank from the bottle and brushed his hand against his jeans. The teen was staring at the crowd and just loving it all, it was just so amazing, and what a way to see Paris too, by marching proudly through the streets of the glorious and revolutionary city. There was honestly nothing that could dampen his mood at this moment. The teen could hardly believe what he was doing, he wanted to believe that he was just dreaming and actually he would wake up next to Archie and they'd spend the time at the beach, but he wasn't, he was on the other side of the world, fighting for his beliefs, shouting about the better world he wanted.
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[Zelda Raison]

Being in Paris, France was nothing out of the ordinary for the petite blonde. Zelda Raisson was in the middle of shopping for her next year supplies, when she was thrown into a world of something that she did not want to be involved in. Something that made her nose twist and narrow her blue eyes. There was a protest, and those were so boring. Zelda had something else in mind, which was becoming an Auror one day. She desired it more than anything. Zelda folded her arms across her chest, with her bags of new robes in her arms. She hid them from nonmagical people, so that no one would question. The marching alone was definitely something that she wanted to stop. She did not even know what they were all fighting for. Zelda looked to see if the police would show up, and desperately hoped that they would. She noticed that some others seemed to be annoyed by the protest, before she hatched an idea. Maybe they could counter it and send the people home. But before she could fight against it, she needed to make sure that it was something that she believed in. After all, she didn't want to fight good.

"What are you all fighting for!" shouted Zelda in French. She received no answer, which was not good enough for Zelda. She glowered before she found a postbox to climb on top of. She could have used magic, if she were allowed, but she didn’t know the type of crowd she was in. She placed both of her hands on the sides of her mouth, and decided to try her English out, albeit heavily with her French accent, "I said, what are you all protesting against!" Zelda noticed that with that, she got some looks thrown in her direction, and she placed her hands on her hips. Now that was more like it. Maybe one of these people will give her the answers that she needed. After all, she thought that she deserved to know why her afternoon was interrupted by a bunch of imbeciles.​

 

[Orwell Brocken]

Orwell's love for his community and the cause grew with every passing moment, he felt such pride with this, he felt such joy at standing shoulder to shoulder with others who were like minded people, who believed in the same things he did, he was so happy with this all, he couldn't understand why any person wouldn't want this, why any person wouldn't want to be able to stand like they were, he felt like this was his place in the world, like this was exactly where he was supposed to currently be. It was amazing to him, and nothing could take his joy about it away. He knew they had stopped and he could here people speaking, cheers periodically filling the air, scattered police just ensure the peace, though he doubted this protest would get more than what it was. He stood near the edge, catching his breath, taking a break and just marvelling at the sight in front of him, he was miles away from his school and from his life. He wished that Archie was there with him, sharing in this moment that Orwell was in love with. Sharing in the joy and energy of the crowd, after all he couldn't imagine not sharing this sort of thing with him and Orwell couldn't wait to tell him all about it.

A voice in french shouted next to him, and he glanced over at some girl who was shouting something and given his ineptness at French he had no clue what she was saying but he watched with curiosity clear in his face as got up onto something and shouted in english, he decided that he was as good as anyone in the crowd to deal with this so he waved a little at her to get her attention, "We're protesting against the continued negligence of the people in power towards the environment, the lack of real policy towards fixing the mistakes of earlier generations and to a long term solution that will ensure the survival of the planet and our species," Orwell said to her in as clear a voice as he could manage with all the confidence that he could muster. His hair was currently a bright red and his clothes were straight from the community, old and worn but he had the expression of pure joy that no one would be able to take away from him and he really hoped he'd explained this to the girl properly.
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[Zelda Raison]

This was absolutely chaos. It disrupted her day, and felt as though it would have done the same to countless others trying to get to work, and for what? A bunch of lowly hippies? At least, it seemed like that in her opinion. Zelda narrowed her eyes as someone waved to her, and successfully got her attention. She walked toward him, after jumping back down onto the concrete. Zelda listened to why the group was protesting, and her mouth opened widely. Was this still an issue? Zelda groaned, placing her hand upon her forehead. Sure, that would be a good cause, but rather than protesting, she wondered if the group could just do something else that was a little less of an inconvenience to others like herself. Zelda moved her blonde hair over her shoulder, her eyes starting at the boy and his strange, red hair. She pointed her finger toward him, “You, and all these people are making people that are shopping and going to work late and getting them in trouble with meaningless protests.” If one thing could be said about Zelda, it was how organized and lawful she was. That was why she was training to be an Auror one day.

Zelda sighed, before she added in, “Don’t get me wrong, your cause is rather cute. For the plants and the trees, but as far as I can see, someone with a little magic could easily fix it with a swish. Not by being so freaking loud and disruptive.” Zelda folded her arms across her chest, wondering if she made her point clear enough to the strange boy. He was her age, but if he were a wizard, then he would understand her reference. If not, then she could just reference it to a powerful entity or something. Either way, she had her bases covered, and felt that this was getting out of hand and quick. She wished she could summon a patronus and get the Aurors. Her parents were Aurors. Her mother was killed a long time ago, but she still admired their work, and would forever look up to them. Rules and guidelines were what she was raised on. This was giving her a headache, and she longed to be heading back to the school, but the crowd was really in her way, and she did not want to fight to get through it. After all, she was not allowed to use magic outside of school.​

 

[Orwell Brocken]

Orwell was a little surprised by her reaction, though chalking it up to having never seen a protest before, and he couldn't see why she didn't understand why people being stopped from crossing roads, working and things were actually part of why it happened, after all, it meant people were talking about it and if they were talking about it he knew it could lead to even just one more person being aware of what they were protesting about then that was part of the battle, "That's the point, now you know what this is for and you're annoyed by it so you might tell someone else or several people and they might tell others and perhaps one of two people become more aware," which was in response to what she was saying and he was pretty sure that wouldn't be a satisfactory reply, although there wasn't much Orwell could do about that fact, she didn't have to like the response he gave, but it was the reason why. He didn't think less of the girl for disagreeing and wondered perhaps if she needed to get through the crowd, "Do you need to get across?" he asked ready to offer his help to her if she so needed it.

However he heard her sigh as she continued calling the protest cute and saying that someone with magic could fix it and although those two points were true, and there had been a magical element to the protest with some wizards taking part and to muggles nothing appeared out of the ordinary but it was clear this girl was a witch, "It's to help the muggles, because of the secrecy act we can't help openly, but we can help like this, after all we share a world," he told her, and though he thought she was simplifying the issue a little bit too much and calling it cute was rather condescending belittling what was a vital issue, "We're supposed to be loud and I don't think you should be shouting about magic, you don't want to accidentally expose our world to them," he informed her, there was a clear and light tone of annoyance in his voice, he was having too much fun for her to ruin this day. After all, he knew he was in the right, he was calmly explaining the point of the protest and she was just belittling it, being annoyed because it had just slightly bothered her day, but should she actually still need to get through the crowd the bright haired boy would help her.
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[Zelda Raison]

Zelda narrowed her eyes at the boy, as he explained that they were doing this to annoy people. What if someone had a terrible accident and needed to get across to the hospital? Their cause was not deep enough to prevent something like that. If she could prevent this from happening again, she would definitely not tell a word about it, more or less about the lawless crowd that managed to screw up everyone else’s day and only fuel her more to become the Auror that she needed to be to cease this sort of behavior. Even in the muggle world. People needed to be protected. Zelda scoffed, “Behavior like this is definitely not correct and someone of the law needs to fix this before someone gets hurt. You never know who needs to get across the road. Someone could be in labor.” It was obviously not her since she was much too young for that sort of thing. Zelda was just annoyed by what was happening around her. Zelda did know that her sister would have loved chaos like this, and Link likely would not have cared. He would have found a way around it. The three siblings were vastly different in their own ways that was certain.

It was not because she was rude, but she did not answer whether or not she needed across. She did, but she wanted to get some more information out of the boy first. She sighed and rolled her eyes, “Figuratively speaking. With the technology that... That is all around us, they can solve their problems if they wanted to. But this will not solve a thing. It will only be disruptive, and cause other problems. Besides, I know the laws.” Zelda almost had this snotty, confidence in her voice when she spoke about the last part. There was still a lot of problems with the muggle world right now. They might share a world, but they had problems with people of different religions. Add magic to that, and it would be chaos. Zelda looked down at the bags in her hand, and she finally answered the other question, “And I do need across.” She did hope that he would help her. She did not have any means to get through without magic, and exposing the world of hers would not be in her best interest.​

 

[Orwell Brocken]

Orwell gathered from the way that this girl was speaking that she had never seen a protest of any kind before, much less understood the way in which people marched, "Ambulances would be able to use alternate routes," the boy told her plainly with a little shrug, it wasn't the first time he'd come across someone who didn't know much about what he or other protesters did, but he was always happy to try to explain it, since he was still young, it was always a learning experience an opportunity to become better at explain or articulating an argument and have the chance to encourage people to the other side, to join them on the cause they were fighting for. The teen could understand the struggle some might face if they were crossing the road and they were suddenly filled with a crowd, people with banners, placards and other such items might be difficult to navigate so if she was looking to cross he could understnad why this girl might be annoyed, though he was having the time of his life and really he didn't care if she was bothered by it, he was doing what was right and that matter.

The king of flowers listened to what she was saying and he couldn't help but laugh at her final statement, "Laws are made to be questioned, and sometimes broken, they are no more sturdy than walls," he told her since laws were not a really a permanent and never changing thing, it was something flexible and moving with society, occasionally for the better, occasionally for the worse, but because something was law that didn't make it untouchable, if it was wrong then it had to be taken down, he would largely prefer with non-violence and with discussion but he knew that sometimes such things weren't possible. The teen then noticed the slight change in her and that she need across and he held out his hand to her, "Let me help you across," he offered, he had been within the crowd for a while, he was sure that he could manage to get across to other side, help her across. The teen was in such a good mood, and it didn't really matter that she needed to cross, he offered help because he was more than happy to, but if she turned it down then he would just leave it be, "Come on, I'm your best bet at getting across,"
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