Belle rolled her eyes at her brothers pronouncement 'In the order* last week, there was rather a heated debate about it - if Ireland could be trusted to govern herself.' her scoffing tone ought to have told her brother what she felt about the condescension that was encapsulated by the question of the countries ability to self govern. The rather casual discussion had almost come to blows when a certain Irish muggle writer had taken exception to being told that Irish people were incapable of the depth of thought required to govern themselves.

'A Ministry does not listen to the will of the people, is it really democracy? she retorted, with a touch more vitriol in her voice than she had perhaps intended. 'Some would say that if the Ministry does not listen to it's people - it should be made to.' she liked Ross well enough, he seemed an even spirited sort, and without the acidic disdain for the Irish that marked some British politicians in the higher ranks. She could not imagine the sort of rebellion in the streets of Hogsmeade like that of the Fenians or the Phoenix Park attacks.

'I think Papa would make an excellent ambassador for the county, if people in Dublin forget that life in Ireland exists beyond Rathcoole, do you think London considers us at all?' she gestured to the window and gestured to the world outside of their window, in what she assumed was the vague direction of Dublin, more than 200km away.

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