Are you feckin' coddin' me?! Who in their right mind DOES somethin' like that? These aren't just some stupid rules that you can break whenever you feel like because they're worthless. The Statute of Secrecy is of one of those BIG ONES that happens to be in place for a reason. Safety for everyone involved is just one of those reasons. Now I'll be the first to admit, in some circumstances, it's okay to preform magic in front of muggles, but it has to be a damn good emergency. Life or death good reason. And we have laws to protect you in those kinds of situations. We're not just out to punish people after all. It's there to help the wizarding citizens. Granted it works both ways, if you do something wrong, you're going to get punished for it, but if you do something good, well, you'll get protection. And I know I'm over simplifying it and there are a million other little stipulations and loopholes and shite so don't bother to point that out. I could argue night and day about this and have a ton of ammo behind me so if you want to get into this, I'd be happy to. Give me some damn practice.
I just keep thinkin' about that bloke whose still in St. M's and his family. What in the world could they have possibly told them to make them not freak the fuck out (that is assuming that he has one in the first place...)? Because if it were my family...well..Da and Grandda would just assume that I went on a weekend with the lads suddenly, and Grammy would probably worry but then Grandda would probably just tell her that I was fine and what possible trouble could I get myself into that he and Da haven't already gotten themselves into. Which would either work or make her worry more, depending on the wind. But I think that I've got a different circumstance than most here. Speaking of which...fuck her. Not worth thinking about right now.
Also. Echo. I have a little more important things to deal with then the length of my hair so you can shove it up your hole.