Luna shook her head, radish earrings bouncing. "You should take your own advice, Draco. Don't judge things you don't understand," she warned him. "You mentioned there were some creatures in this room that had more offensive capabilities, maybe don't turn down one that does out of hand."
The group all looked at Harry contemplatively. "Those skills would be…?" Draco crossed his arms, letting go of Neville.
Harry shrugged. "Look, I don't want anyone to know unless it's the only way, but you send for me, and I might have some options for help."
"Irritate him enough, and he may let it slip," Snape commented dryly from the corner where they had no idea he'd been listening. The man never did look up from the potions journal he was reading. After learning what Harry was, the man seemed to completely ignore him. Harry was ok with that response; it had actually made Potions class significantly easier.
Luna violently smacked Harry's shoulder. "Oi! What was that for?!" Harry rubbed the spot.
"You didn't tell me Severus figured it out!" She accused him.
"Harry, you can't say things like that in front of people like Severus," Brook hissed lowly at the dementor from beside Draco. "You'll get Draco in trouble. No matter political views, this club is theoretically safe, but it's still better not to chance it, especially with where Draco is going for the holidays."
Draco just shrugged. "He's my godfather. He swore on his magic to protect me, so I think I'm mildly safe anyway."
Harry kept his emotions tightly out of his expression when it seemed that Draco didn't even know what side of the war his godfather was on, though it did really make sense from all their classroom interactions that Snape was Draco's godfather now that he knew. "What are you two doing over break?" He turned the conversation away from politics to the soap opera he was excited to hear about.
"We're introducing our families," David answered with a look of pure terror on his face.
"That's wonderful," Luna said dreamily off into the distance.
"Not really," David grimaced. "My family can't visit Brook's since they live underwater, and Brook's family don't like the idea of walking into the middle of Dryad territory."
"They've been arguing back and forth through owl post," the Naiad sighed. "Unfortunately, the letters have all been coming to the two of us, and we have to keep passing the messages along. It's like being back in primary school."
"Meet somewhere neutral," Draco suggested. "A nice seafood restaurant by the water. That way the Naiads can eat fish, and most restaurants have vegetarian options for the Dryads. If they can't get along, both parties have the option to leave early then as well."
"That would work," David smiled and reached over to squeeze his girlfriend's hand. "Thanks Draco!"
"Why don't your species get along anyway?" Harry finally asked as he tried to force down another tasteless biscuit.
"Too similar," Brook suggested with a shrug. "There've been so many political issues. The biggest was the amphibian debate of 1784, you know, since they live on both land and in the water. A lot more have stemmed from that though. It's all very ridiculous."
"Isn't all politics," Neville chuckled.
"Don't you have a seat on the Wizengamut?" David raised an eyebrow at the high elf.
Neville rolled his eyes. "Inherited, it doesn't mean I have to be happy about it."
"A voice for creature rights is never a thing to take lightly," Graham joined them, finally back in his human form.
"Well, I still have over two years before I can take it up," Neville nodded contemplatively. "My gran is in the seat now. As a high elf herself, I would hope she's already one of those voices."
"Anyone up for a game of Cluedo?" Colin asked as he and Dennis came over with the muggle board game. The group almost sighed in relief to be distracted from their heavy political talk.
"Set it up and tell me what you've come up with to ask the Weaslette out?" Draco motioned to the table and pinned the druid with a stern glare. "I don't trust your plans to be non-stalker-ish." Harry nodded in agreement, knowing Colin and Dennis's stalker-ish habits well himself. He kept his big dementor mouth shut though and just reapplied lip balm now that he'd finished the horrible human food.
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