Mairead was sitting in her seat, close enough that she could see the board, but not in the front. She liked to blend into her surroundings, sit somewhere advantageous to her on a scholarly level as well as a social one. She sat somewhere near the middle of the room, twirling her hair around her finger as she waited for the substitute to arrive. She wasn't thrilled to have her professors changing up on her this early in term--especially with how many new staff members there were this year. It was disgusting and upsetting for the girl. She liked predictability. She liked familiarity. It felt like half the school had changed over in just a few weeks. She couldn't continue with her expectations as they should have been.
Eventually the librarian walked in and the fourth year couldn't help but roll her eyes. She was late, of course. And what was in that martini glass of hers? Was she drinking in class? What the hell was this? A sour look was fixed upon her face as the lesson began. Still, she couldn't find a hint of resentment for the day's lesson--it was important to her on a far more personal level than that of most students. The Sock Rebellion and The Sentient Species Act. She opened her book and read through the pages, occasionally peeking up at the board to refresh what was to be asked of them.
One by one hands began to lift, and students were called upon to answer varied questions. She couldn't help the smug grin as one mentioned the varied species outside of house elves that were included in the SSA--including Veela. Veela like her mother. Veela like herself, even if she was only half.
Her own hand soon lifted and she was called upon by the librarian. She lowered her hand before she began to speak. "While it was, and is, largely positive, not all who were freed and given equal rights knew how to cope with them. House Elves, who had never known a need for money, let alone managing it, had seldom if ever been allowed the luxuries and choices of their witch and wizard counterparts, now had these things available and even pushed at them. How could one who had never needed money be expected to know how to budget, where to spend? Or know where their tolerance was for alcohol, or to avoid anything addicting? Furthermore, there were those that were so old the couldn't simply adjust to the new lifestyle. All they'd ever known was that their role in life was lesser, to serve, and they didn't know how to navigate outside of the restrictions placed upon them. In some ways, it was like taking a domesticated, captive animal and dropping it alone in the wild with the expectation that it will know how to find food, shelter, and otherwise take care of itself, when it won't." She paused. "For wizard-kind, it was largely inconvenient. Slaves in their homes for centuries were now to be freed, and if to keep their work, they must be paid, equal to themselves. They now had to worry about holidays, sick leave, and all the things society has always benefited for those it saw on top of society."