This was the woman Ben chose to be his mistress? Really? Melody could understand his choice in her less than she understood the mechanics of the sport Ms. Gallivan was so vehemently arguing for. What was he thinking being with someone so blind to reality? Then again, Melody herself was blind to so many things before him as well. Merlin. Ben really needed to develop a finer taste in women.

"I understand completely." She bristled, insulted by Ms. Gallivan's callous remarks. Merlin help the blonde if Melody ever caught her alone with Ben. "What you don't seem to understand is the fight for women's rights isn't merely one battle, but a war. To have men like the ones who complain about a sport or sell their daughters openly accept women in various professions would be to turn Society on its head. Change isn't instant. It inches and crawls and is something we're not like to see in the capacity we desire. Women aurors and healers are the stepping stones to women playing quidditch. Inches, Ms. Gallivan, not miles."