The first other girl to get up is Sue Li, but the others are not too far behind.
"Although I'm not sure it actually kills you, from what I read it at worst, er... makes you go insane." Pause. "That happened to Neville's parents."
"One of the Dark Lord's minions... tortured them... and now they're in St. Mungo's and can't string thoughts together for long enough to function."
"I'm not really sure that's different from being dead. I guess there's some hope that someone will find a cure but that seems almost cruel. Poor Neville."
"Of course. I can't imagine it would make things better anytime soon. It's not my place."
"It seems like magic can fix a lot of sicknesses that we can't fix without it, I'm looking forwards to flying on brooms, and we're going to learn to teleport when we get older. Those all seem like good things."
"Yeah, but it seems sorta less—flexible? Like, it does more-or-less the things that it does, and new spells are invented but not in the same way new tech is invented."
"I think I understand what you mean. I don't get the sense of acceleration reading magical history that I do when I read about the development of science and technology."
"Yeah, it depends on why new magic is invented to slowly." She frowns briefly. "Or at least becomes widely known so slowly."
"On a less serious topic, do you know what the limits of being a metamorphmagus are? Can you look like an adult if you want?"
She grins. "What kind of Slytherin would I be if I hadn't tried all of that?" she asks. "Everything the Polyjuice Potion can do I can do and more." Donkey ears!