Chris sat in a comfortable chair by the window, a book in her lap and a cup of tea at her side. The Daphnel family home always seemed to exude an air of elegance and tradition, a place where discussions of importance could unfold naturally, and would often lead to a spirited debate - sometimes with people throwing things. Sometimes at Ozy. She missed that -not that she would ever admit that to them. She wasn't sure if she could cope with the egos!

Ozy had never shyed away from provoking lively conversations, and today was no exception.

She glanced up from her book as Oz's voice carried across the room, his musings about the suffragists and their impact on the Ministry Atrium catching her attention. The headlines had been hard to miss, and the suffragists' fervor had certainly ignited public discourse. Oz's curiosity, as always, had led him to seek out opinions on the matter, and she found herself considering his question.

Belle smiled, her voice carrying a note of amusement. "You're wading into quite the quagmire, aren't you?" Her lips quirked into a wry smile, her dark eyes twinkling with a mixture of playfulness. She was more indulgent of her eldest brother since Victor had died. In spite of the ribbing he had given her - more than once about her life and choices, when she had written to let him know about Victor his support had been instantaneous and complete.

Setting her book aside, she leaned forward slightly, her expression thoughtful. "As for your question, I do believe that change is in the air. While it's true that the suffragists' movement has met its share of opposition, there's a growing tide of support for expanding voting rights. And it's not just about the numbers, you know. It's about justice, equality, and recognizing the rights of all citizens, regardless of gender."

Belle's fingers traced the rim of her teacup as she continued, her gaze distant for a moment. "I must admit, Oz, I'm rather proud of the women who've taken up this cause. They're not just seeking a seat at the table; they're demanding it. And rightfully so." She sighed softly, her expression momentarily pensive. "I would join them on the picket lines, you know," she said, a touch of wistfulness in her voice. "But with Victor... well..." She straightened in her chair a little self-consciously, her gaze meeting Oz's with determination.

"If you're asking for my opinion, dear brother, it's this: Embrace change, even when it's uncomfortable. History has shown that progress often meets resistance, but the right path is rarely the easiest one. As a candidate for Minister, you have the chance to be a voice for positive change, for inclusivity and progress." Belle's words carried warmth. She reached for her cup of tea, taking a thoughtful sip, her gaze never leaving her brother's.

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