Jessamine bit her tongue and she was sure the sour expression on her face was quite evident to Miss Valenduris as she laid into her about how she was wrong about women having no place in politics. In truth, at one point, Minnie had aspirations of doing things that were important, and she sort of still did. She wanted to become an animagus and even get into the The Society for the Transfiguration Arts just as Miss Sweetie Whitledge, one of the candidates for Minister, once did, maybe even work as a Healer in one of the hospitals, but she knew that wasn’t ever in the cards for her. Just like her eldest sister, she’d be a debutante, married to whomever liked her dowry, she’d keep house for him and that would be the end of it and maybe she was so critical of her other sister because she was jealous that she had the courage to tell everyone she wouldn’t be doing that.

She scoffed at the very idea of being able to sway her father or her elder brothers; though she was sure her closest brother would be voting for someone more progressive simply because he thought more like their sister did. Minnie supposed she hadn’t thought about the rest; she was able to take her N.E.W.T.s because of women who came before them and fought for it, as well as the ladies who worked rather than keep house, even if she didn’t approve, they had that opportunity. “And do you really think someone like Wright can win?” she suddenly asked, “Even if you are right and he wants to help ladies do things, what makes you think any man would vote for him? Perhaps you’d yearn for things less if you lowered your expectations a little.” It didn’t make Minnie happy, exactly, but she was disappointed less in life, she supposed. “You’ll never find a husband if you act like this, you know,” Minnie added, “No man wants a lady who seems unhappy and bitter about what she has.”