The Beginning of the Revolution

Hayley was opening her mouth to argue with the Minister for Magic's son when a boy she recognised vaguely as one of the older Slytherins did it for her. Finally someone was arguing on her side! She wished more people would do that, Kingsley seemed to have quite a clique of allies. "Thank you!" she said to the older Slytherin. "Witch hunts were centuries ago! We didn't learn about them in muggle primary school, because there are literally no muggles who still believe witches and wizards are evil - or even that they exist. The assumption that muggles haven't moved on just because wizards don't seem to be able to is exactly the sort of old-fashioned, ignorant thinking I'm talking about."

Hayley listened, appalled, as a Hufflepuff her age who she didn't know talked about being adopted and used for politics. That sounded awful, and strengthened her conviction that she was doing the right thing in bringing this up. "We could make things better!" she called to the girl. "I believe that. We need support, we need a little faith in humanity -" here she glared at the group who had said she was being naive "- but we can accomplish change!" As she spoke, she glimpsed Professor Styx lurking at the edge of the crowd. Thank goodness she hadn't mentioned him.
 
Jemma had been looking all over the school for Jacob Kingsley. He was her very best friend, and when she saw the posters saying something about a revolution, she knew immediately where he would be. She skipped her way down to the courtyard, where she immediately became confused. The redhead saw her whole family gathered in the center of a group, looking very defensive except for Jacob, who looked uncomfortable. Jemma wiggled her way through the people, slipping her hand into Jake's to comfort him as she slid up beside him, not making any noise as she tried to figure out what was going on.

However, what Jemma heard didn't make any sense. Some older Slytherin boy suggested that her family wasn't on the right side. That couldn't be true. Not possibly, and she intended to tell him so. "My family works hard and sacrifices every day to keep you lot safe in one way or another, and this is the thanks they get?" she said, loud enough for the boy to hear her. The boy suggested that the Kingsleys and the Potters were on the wrong side of the law. She didn't believe it for a second. She looked at Lyra and Link for guidance and noticed Link casually slip his wand out of his robe. She didn't put it past him not to hex the Slytherin boy if he kept talking about their family like that. Link was very good at hexes. She looked at Jacob to see if he noticed. All they needed now was Aunt Cyndi to show up. "Just because you destroy the statues doesn't mean the prejudice disappears like magic." she muttered under her breath.
 
Stella had seen the posters around the school, and was curious about this 'revolution' (as she was about everything). She certainly agreed that the prejudice in the wizarding world needed to change, but she was unsure about how that should happen. The girl standing on the steps had a lot of ideas, many of which she agreed with, but it all seemed so extreme. On the other hand, what she said about the teachers really resonated with Stella. She well remembered how Professor Castor had been so dismissive of muggle science, despite the fact that the majority of what she was teaching was in fact muggle science, and how angry Stella had been about it. There was a lot of shouting going on, and Stella shrank away from the raucous crowd. It did seem to her that the people calling out against the revolution were the ones that were wrong: she had definitely seen prejudice in action around the school, and the witch hunts had been a long time ago. Stella's mum was a muggle, and while she'd adapted well to learning dad could do magic, it had left her with a lot of questions - in particular, scientific questions Stella was still searching for the answers for. But was a violent upheaval the way to dissipate prejudice? Stella didn't think so.
 
Prejudice was a recently sensitive topic for Cyan, however she couldn't resist the temptation to go to the rally and listen. The younger student put herself on a pedestal and Cyan found a spot near a girl she at least recognized. It was a potter so of course they would be on the law side, but Cyan didn't necessarily disagree. "Listen kid, agree or disagree with the hate it's going to happen. No law will prevent a taught prejudiced. I would know." She spoke, agreeing with Lyra. "If children are taught prejudiced they are more likely to continue it. What are you going to do, police every person in the world?" Cyan thought this whole thing was ridiculous, though for a moment she wondered if Alessio or Aion would have a different opinion on it.
 
Rose wasn't entirely sure where she stood on the issue herself. The revolution seemed like a bit of a drastic measure, and she sometimes wondered if something less extreme would also work. But Rose wasn't very smart, and she knew that. Hayley had thought a lot about his, and was very passionate about it too. And since Hayley was her friend, and the prejudice hurt her, she was here to support her.

The shouting and disagreement made her kind of uncomfortable, but also kind of annoyed. Some of these people just weren't listening to what Hayley was saying, not at all. They only focused on how what she said affected them and what it may or may not indirectly say about their families. And after hearing it for a while, Rose addressed the group of people that were apparently related to each other and the minister of magic and a whole bunch of important people. "You guys aren't listening to what she's actually saying." She said, trying to keep it peaceful. "Hayley is not trying to attack your family or say they are wrong or bad. She's saying the system is wrong. That doesn't mean your family members are personally bad people, just that maybe they can't do the right thing in when the world is so bad!" She said, her gaze went from the Slytherin boy to an older Gryffindor girl and to a younger one. She wondered if they had been having some sort of family meeting out here, as they all seemed to be here at the same time. "Instead of making it all about your own family, whoever they may be, maybe you should try to listen to someone else's experiences. Even if you don't support the idea of revolution, you have to see that IS a problem and something should be done about it. It's easy to say there will always be a problem, but sometimes you need to change something to fix it." Her gaze went to an older Hufflepuff girl who talked about prejudice being taught, and she nodded. "But maybe we should make it less easy for people to teach kids that! If the world changes, parents like that can't hide that from their children."
 
Camila had been about to walk out to the lawn when she had spotted a big group of people and in the middle of it she saw her sister's friend so the girl walked over to him curiously. She listened as people debated about things, claiming that muggleborns should be thankful for the treatment she got. She wondered if they would say the same about werewolves who were literally hunted like some common game. She was boiling to a rage as she listened to the stupidity of the people around her, glad that there were a few sensible people at this school. "The reality of the situation is that people who aren't from muggle families have privilege that they can't even grasp. This is a systematic problem and if you think we should thank your family for 'letting us be here' or something you are part of the problem," Mila said vehemently. There wasn't a lot that she would get angry about, she wasn't Marisol, but when she did get angry she could feel herself want to kick and shout and curse the idiots around her but she tried to be sensible because if she was angry she knew that the other side would use it to stereotype even more. 'There goes another irrational, angry mud blood', they'd say when they didn't get anything about the entire situation.​
 
Curiosity had made Corrine attend the event, the debating that followed is what kept her there. This was some of the best entertainment she'd seen in a long time. Corrine had grown up in a magical community and she knew what anyone there would say about the idea of Muggles openly knowing about magic. The more she listened, however, the more she felt similarly. The girl had read enough Muggle books to know what they did with the unknown, experiment. She didn't want to become someone's experiment. "But why is the solution to break the statute? If you're all saying that those of us who grew up without knowledge of Muggles are the problem with our prejudice and privilege, shouldn't the solution be helping us to figure out how to work with the communities we've already got- the veelas, the half goblins and giants" she knew she was leaving groups out, but that wasn't the point, "instead of worrying about a community that we don't know will even want to deal with us? We all risk become marginalized if we break the statute of secrecy and the law when we could work on what we have here and fix those dynamics" she said before sitting back down again, dropping down actually, wondering why in the hell she'd done that. Corrine never spoke up. Never. And now shed just spoken in front of a great portion of the student body. And she had to admit it felt good. She hadn't even mentioned them being way outnumbered by Muggles and the dangers of that, but she was happy with what she'd said.
 
Lyra Potter smiled and nodded to Cyan as she spoke in support of what Lyra was trying to say. She turned to the younger Gryffindor girl who accused her of not listening to what Hayley was trying to say. While it was true that listening skills were not high on her list of personality traits, the girl also didn’t get her point. ”Actually, I don’t think you are hearing what I’m saying. I never disagreed with the statement that prejudice exists. I’m a Potter which means I’m on the same level as muggleborns in some pureblood families.” she said, thinking back to her first boyfriend. Lanithro had broken up with her because his father said he couldn’t date a Potter. Her eyes cut over to Professor Styx at the end of that statement as she did know he was prejudiced against her at least. ”Breaking the laws and starting a revolution is not the solution.” Lyra said firmly. The Gryffindor was pleased when a younger student from her house stood up and perfectly summed up the points Lyra had been trying to get across to the crowd. She nodded with a supportive smile as the younger girl sat back down.
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The Slytherin groaned with annoyance when some younger girl said that her family worked hard and sacrificed themselves for their safety every day. ''I never said that your family is on the wrong side of the law, I only said that they might not be right about this.'' he told her. ''Of course you would think that your parents are always right, they are your parents for crying out loud but that doesn't have to mean that EVERYONE has to agree with the way they think.'' Asaiah added. He couldn't believe these people. How were they still against this? Asaiah smiled when Marisol's younger sister came to join him and nodded his head in agreement with what she said. ''Really? Do you actually think that being a Potter and being hated by some pure-blood families is the same thing as coming from a muggle family and being hated by practically all pure-blood families?'' the sixth year asked the older girl with a confused look on his face. ''Half of the wizarding world pretty much adores your family so don't act like you've got a tough life just because some don't.''
 
Rose was starting to lose track of what was being said with everyone talking together, but she could see Corrine and heard her talk. It made sense, though she didn't think it was entirely true. Why should they only focus on problems within their community when the muggleborn prejudice was so strong and ongoing? "Sure, that's also a problem, but you can't separate the issues." She said to Corrine "We are just as entwined with the muggle community because muggleborns and squibs exist, we can't ignore that." But her focus was pulled by the Potter girl that replied to her. She shrugged. "If you know prejudice exists and agree on that much, why not agree that something has to change to stop it?" She asked, frowning. "I get that you're not in favor of a revolution, but something has to change. Prejudice is going just as strongly as it was in Harry Potter's day, which is just ridiculous! And Hayley just said she didn't want to break laws, but change them." She said, hoping the girl would get what she was saying. It frustrated her that this entire family seemed to gang up on Hayley as if she attacked them personally, when she had just been talking about the pain and prejudice she had personally experienced in the magical society. A Slytherin boy spoke up, and Rose thought he made a good point about the Potters. They were very well liked in general, and her own parents had told her stories about Harry Potter growing up.
 
Felix has seen the posters around the school, he'd even commented on some of them. He'd been looking for Lyra that morning and after seeing the posters pointing to the courtyard, he'd figured he'd know where she was. It turned out that he was right. Though by the time he'd gotten there, it was almost like it was more of a Potter-Kingsley/Revolution stand off. Felix shook his head. He hadn't heard a lot of what was said, but he immediately zeroed in on the way Link was standing and it was all too obvious what he was about to do. Noticing Styx, Felix made his way carefully to the front of the crowd and placed his hand in Lyra's nodding at Noah, Jacob and another boy as he did so. He inconspicuously placed his hand over Link's wand hand and squeezed. "Bro, not a good idea. How are you gonna look to these people if you hex him? Let it go for now, it's better this way."
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Memphis was not really planning on going, of course it all seemed interesting but he presumed he was way too young to get involved with things that included politics. He did not know much about the wizarding world, but he knew plenty about the muggle world. And the bloodpurity that he allegendly was, was mentioned in the manifesto and that is wat peaked his interest the most.

Pushing himself between a few others, he listened to the speech and the announcement. Obediently nodding at the girl that he shared his house with, whom was loudly and enthusiastically cheering for a revolution. As expected there was a response, some vile and meant as a way to drag down the girl's endeavours but luckily some were supportive and that was what this needed. It would the conversation going and the prejudiced at bay. Perhaps Memphis could mean something to this in the end, maybe he could share his knowledge on muggles as he knew more about them than he knew about wizards and witches ~ and all the other beings that were mentioned, they were not meant to be excluded. Unfortunately he lacked the nerve to share his own opinion, so Memphis remained quiet but applauded the few first years that dared to stick up for their year. Dared to express themselves so eloquently, even when surrounded by the older students and even the teacher that was present.
 
Espen had noticed the posters around the castle, the tall blond did not find them to be of his interest at first because he did not really look at them if he was honest. As they were rather plain and not the type that you would use to persuade people to step it up and come to a meeting that would inevitably turn into a debate.

When he arrived in the courtyard, quite the crowd seemed to have gathered itself. He noticed his sister with her boyfriend, a few recognizable faces which included a teacher and another person that looked like she was the one responsible for the poltical debate that was bound to happen. Eagerly, he awaited what was about to come and listened to a few opinions. Frowning at his sister's obvious stance to agree with her boyfriend. He loved her dearly, but it was hard to witness her being under his thumb or weak to the prejudice that the both of them had been able to live off. They never missed anything in their lives, of course she was not in a too good relationship with their mother but whatever she wanted she would have with a snap of her fingers. Their father would always be there to take care of his princess.

Espen, who was one of the tallest there considering most of them were still rather young or even in their first year - he tried to control his urges, his temper and to not interfere unless he was spoken to. But with all the opinions shared, with the ones that left him thinking why he considered them his friends or acquaintances int he first place - he could not simply be left out in the discussion. A discussion that was important to not only their own future, but the future of the next generation of magical beings. Not onlyt the wizards and witches, but halflings and other creatures such as giants - like the girl who he presumed was the catalyst of all this, had mentioned.

"I agree with the boy with the dark hair-.. the pale one." He did not know his name and neither was he trying to be offensive by characterising the guy by his skintone. Because, well, Espen himself was not the most tan either. But the Slytherin who called out the girl who shared the surname of the legendary Potter and threw some smack at the son of the Minister, who was of course his sister's boyfriend. "Most of you guys do not even realise how important this is because you're stuck in your own world. That's- ironically filled with the prejudice the girl is trying to talk about here. But here everyone is, already throwing insults at one another.. presuming they are right because daddy is one of the important guys in the wizarding world and his mother pulls some of the strings around here. You shouldn't be close-minded, prejudiced if you want to make a change. Because not everyone can act like everything is right, like they have or can get everything that their hearts desires. And those who do, fine, but no need to drag others down and be a complete asswipe." Sympathy did not cost a thing, but people had the audacity to not consider some compassion for the less fortunate.
 
Corrine was surprised to see the Potter girl smile at her. She wasn't exactly agreeing with her. Sure, her family was well known, but she didn't think what they were saying was true. She rather agreed with the Slytherin boy, though she'd never be as rude in voicing it as he was. When Rose spoke directly to her, Corrine listened. They were roommates and generally got along well enough, but Corrine disagreed with her today. She shook her head vehemently. "Yes, you can. There's no way you're getting all of what she's saying done in one lifetime" she rolled her eyes. "But if you take something that we can control, how we interact with each other on a day-to-day basis, how the groups you're saying are marginalized are dealt with, then you can work up to other things. That's what everyone here seems to be talking about." She gestured to the group, many of whom had spoken about prejudice in one form or another. " But ending the statute of secrecy? That sounds like her goal." She shook her head, standing up and beginning to make her way out.
 


Silus had come across the posters in his little travels around the school's grounds. He'd even ripped some of them up just for his own amusement, leaving them strewn on the ground with muddy shoe prints stamped over them. He didn't give much thought to the issue, not until he happened across the wild scene in the courtyard. The brooding Ravenclaw's eyes widened as he took in the sight before him. It was bloody mental, students of all ages and houses grouped together and raising their voices.

While Silus was initially filled with disgust, as he watched the scene continue to play out he had to smirk in delight. It was nice seeing everyone else in such an uncivilized mood. The tall youth didn't turn away, instead he decided he'd join in stirring up the pot a bit by adding a few opinions of his own. And with that, he walked closer until he was on the very outside of the crowd, his unusual height allowing his to see everything comfortably.

"Pitiful. You speak as though the Wizarding World hasn't bent their backs to keep muggles safe. You should keep quiet about things you don't understand." He called out, but his tone was only slightly mocking. The muggle word was broken and cold in his experiences. When he finally ventured into the Wizarding World it was like breathing for the first time. The two should stay separate. Forever.

 
Noah was grateful for his parents. They had made sure he had a wide arranged of experiences in his lifetime, while also trying to protect him from the public eye. Despite his father's position, Cameron had grown up in the muggle world too until it was time for him to go to school. He wondered if any of these students even knew that. Their Minister was the product of a pureblood witch and a muggle man. Noah was growing tired of arguing with the group that clearly didn't want to listen to logic, or anything unless it was to over throw the statue of secrecy and combine the muggle and magical worlds which Noah was adamantly against. Not because he was prejudice but because he wanted to protect the magical community from the muggles. They outnumbered the witches and wizards significantly. He ignored the rude Slytherin boy who was a year ahead of him. He wouldn't feed into the insults, though he couldn't be so sure about his cousins. They had quick tempers where he did not. He was tempted to take Jake and get out of here. It was becoming increasingly more clear as he stood here that he would face opposition no matter what he said because he was viewed as one of the privileged ones by an accident of birth. He glanced towards his girlfriend as her brother threw more insults at his family."I want to fix the problems we have here already. I just disagree that throwing the statue of secrecy out is the best way to deal with our own problems. If you really make a difference, go into the Ministry for yourself. Change things by trying to become part of the solution. Not creating more issues." he said, shaking his head.
 
Jacob squeezed his cousin's hand but was still happy to accept Zennon's invitation to get out of this place. He scrunched his face at his new nickname but nodded anyway. There was so much noise with no end in sight, even though Professor Styx was watching. It was actually kind of creepy and Jacob would have put more attention to it if he wasn't busy feeling guilty about getting his brother involved. Noah wouldn't have come over at all if he hadn't been there. The twins, well they always looked for an opportunity to cause mischief. Walking towards the exit, Jacob was almost there, ready to ignore everything when one boy went too far. Jacob wasn't particularly confrontational but even he had a breaking point. "You're in charge. Why are you letting them be mean?" Jacob asked the girl. She hadn't stepped in at any point, just letting everyone be rude and mean to each other. It wasn't right.

He nodded his head, agreeing with his brother. "We didn't make our dad run for Minister, it just happened, the same way that some of you didn't choose things about your lives. It just happened. And if you don't like my dad because of that, my dad said that's fine. And if you don't like what he's doing as Minister, he would say that's fine too. Because he likes to listen to everyone" he continued, not exactly sure where he was going with this but going none the less. "And I bet if you wanted to and you were nice enough, he'd meet with you anyway and really listen" he said to the girl. "Because our dad and our mom always said that's it being a good person that matters, not anything else and that it's important to listen because that's how you learn. See, this is my friend Zennon, and I'd still be his friend even if he wasn't a pureblood, even if he was a muggle, even if he was the first half dragon because he's nice too!" Jacob paused for a second "And because then I'd learn especially if we're different because we're still the same too. We're still wizards and we have to work together" he finished.
 
Link wasn't surprised when Felix turned up out of nowhere, stepping in between Lyra and himself, but it made him feel better. He trusted Felix to take care of his sister. It was obvious how much he loved her to any idiot with eyes. He wondered how Felix felt about all of this talk. He was muggleborn, but he was also a part of their family now. Link rolled his green eyes at Felix, but put the wand away. Link immediately regretted the decision as the know-it-all Slytherin opened his stupid mouth again. Rage. That was what Link felt at the words aimed towards his so called easy life because he was a Potter. It was just one final string from everything else the boy said. His cousin was too respectful to do what Link was about to do. He shoved through the crowd until he got to the younger Slytherin boy, and without thinking, he sucker punched the boy in the face. He didn't care what kind of trouble he got into because whatever it was would be worth it. "Yeah, actually I do. It killed my father, jackass." he said, turning to storm off through the crowd and back into the castle. No doubt a Professor would be there, waiting to punish him for what he just did.
 
Mila was nodding her head, agreeing with Asaiah but an older Slytherin boy said they should work for the ministry at which point she muttered, "It's near impossible to go against the parties wishes if you're part of the government, stupid." She was ready to keep talking at which point there seemed to be a flurry beside her with one boy punching Asaiah. She gasped and moved out of the way, scared. "What the hell is your problem, you psychopath?" she shouted at the older student who turned to leave then quickly turned to face the older boy who had spent time with her family over the holiday. "Asaiah... are you okay?" Speaking softer now, Camila gently looked at him, unsure what to do as she was a little relieved her sister wasn't there because she knew there would be a lot of retaliation from her sister to the boy who had attacked him for no reason. ​
 
Even as the discussion heated up Harley kept her mouth shut, listening to others argue the point better than she could. Harley agreed with Hayley, she knew that something had to be changed in their society, but her friend was more articulate than she could ever hope to be, and Harley knew that she would only make things worse if she tried to interject, focusing on keeping an eye on the crowd.

Unfortunately, she didn't realise how agitated the older boy was getting until it was too late to act. "HEY!" She yelled, stepping in between them furiously. "None of that sh*t! This is a peaceful event, all of you, get the f**k out!" She yelled, addressing the boy's whole posse as he was retreating. "I don't care what you have to say anymore, violence isn't welcome here, get out! All of you!" Harley didn't know enough about healing to be able to do anything for the boy who had been punched, but she kept herself between him and the rest of the dissenters, able to act as a shield if nothing else. This had been supposed to be a simple meeting of the minds, to see if anyone would be interested in Hayley's ideas, and she was blindingly furious that they would interrupt and turn it into something unnecessarily violent.
 
Zennon realised, probably too late that being here was not a good thing. People were shouting and being all kinds of mean and nasty to people. He just wanted to leave now. He was leading Jacob towards an exit when it all went south. Someone said something that Jacob didn't like and he decided to get into the fray. Someone mentioned something about something killing their father and then one of Jacob's relatives punched an older Slytherin in the face. Zennon didn't feel comfortable being here, he was proud of his heritage of course, but being outed like that in the middle of the crisis, though he was sure Jacob meant no harm, he didn't like it. He turned back to the other members of Jacob's family as the Gryffindor one left. "Uh, do we go?"
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Felix tried to grab Link as he'd stalked over to the younger Slytherin, but to no avail. He knew this was going to happen, when the twins thought they were being personally attacked, they couldn't help but be emotional over it. Fair enough really. The things these people were talking about, they had no understanding of. Felix agreed with them, in part, but he stood by Lyra and his surrogate family. He knew Falon would too. They'd never done anything to anyone in their lives and hell, their grandfather had literally died so that most of these guys could be here. He didn't know how many do them had English heritage but he was betting it was a few. They were all being ridiculous. Howver he didn't like how it was being handled by either side and after Link stormed off, Felix put his arm around Lyra and gestured for Noah to leave too. "We're done here, let's just go." he lead the way out of the room, but stopped when he got to the girl who seemed to be acting as bodyguard. "Things got out of hand, words were said," he reached into his pocket and dropped a bottle of balm into her hands. "Give this to the boy who got punched, it'll help until he can go to the hospital wing if he so decided. I'm accident prone so I carry this stuff like religion." he moved back to Lyra and headed out of the room.
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Silus groaned as he was too far away to see who'd just gotten a fist plowed into their face. However he'd been able to hear a few of the words that had been transpired between the two -- enough to get a gist of what had just occurred. Good for him. Silus thought. The Ravenclaw had also heard the punch as it landed, and he snorted, knowing fully well it had a good bit of force behind it. From where he stood he could make out the figure of the very lucky student stalking away, but he couldn't identify who it was by their back.

Curiosity getting the best of him, Silus began to roughly wade through the crowd, working forward so he catch a glimpse of the victim's face. "Look what your revolution has caused." He called out mockingly as he continued to shove past people. "Don't tell me you didn't know you would have us at each other's throats out here."

 
Cyan didn't think everything would escalate so quickly, and before she knew it a Slytheirn younger than herself was getting thrown a sharp jab to the schnozz. Cy covered her mouth in surprise looking from Lyra to her relative. "Link, that wasn't called for!" She spoke, not that she was in agreeable with the boy whom had been speaking so freely. Violence wasn't the answer. The seventh year was torn slightly, however chose to join the person next to the student she'd never talked to. "Are you okay?" She chimes in, along with the teen girl beside him, wondering if they were siblings. "Can I do anything to help?" She inquired quickly.
 

Oliver was rather intrigued by the idea of a "revolution". That sounded fun, and so he started off towards the courtyard, having seen a few students head there. The young boy had heard them chatting about the whole thing, so he thought he'd see for himself. He didn't know much about all it entailed, but he knew it had to do with muggles and pureblood wizards. How muggleborn wizards weren't treated as well.

Oliver thought it a little strange. He was raised for most of his life as a muggle in Florida and when he finally delved into the Wizarding World he felt very warmly received. And wasn't that really famous witch he'd read about, Hermione Granger a muggleborn? He thought only some people thought purebloods were superior, and they had been defeated. But maybe that was a mistake. Perhaps he wasn't treated as special as pureblood wizards, and he just didn't know about it.

Standing there in the crowd was a little overwhelming. He could barely see anything that was going on, but he heard a lot of yelling and then he thought he saw some boy get hit! This wasn't fun at all, and Oliver was starting to regret his coming here. "Hey! Can someone tell me what's up?" He said, looking towards some of the older students. He was very undecided about the whole thing. The Hufflepuff saw that many others seemed very sure on their stance, sure to the point where they made it strikingly clear, but he didn't want to side with anyone at the moment. Not without some sort of explanation.
 
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