"What do you need boy robes for?" inquires Madam Malkins.
"I'm sometimes a boy," the girl explains.
"What?"
"Look—"
She busies herself with telling magic tape measures to measure him.
Sadde looks up at him. She had not been crying. Just really—angry. "How—casual are they about it?"
"I'm not sure how to answer that," says Anthony. "They don't want muggles to know about magic?"
"– Okay so you don't know about the statute of secrecy? It's part of why you can't do magic outside of school."
"There is… a lot of history involved? It's been around since the late sixteen hundreds, started in response to– witch trials?"
"If someone doesn't have their wand and they get tied up and lit on fire? Uh. Yeah?"
"Because if muggles find out that pointy sticks are used by magic people then they will probably try to snap pointy sticks and also kidnap people in the night while they're sleeping," he responds. "Which was three hundred years ago so I'm not sure the statute has much of a place anymore but I'm pretty sure it did."
"Why would muggles even do that, though. Why weren't magical people, like. Fixing people. Curing diseases. Solving old age."
"… I am not actually from that time in history? So I have no idea. But it's not immediately obvious the statute was totally groundless, some of the reasons made sense, they just weren't really strong enough."
"– My mum campaigns against it, does research into things we could do without it, other solutions to the problem, things like that."
"Well yeah. But like, I'm a muggleborn. That could help, maybe. Or from within Hogwarts! We could start a generation of people who think that, really, muggles aren't all that different from us!"
"I just mean, you're probably going to get people saying 'but they don't have magic'. I think that's most of what they focus on."
"Y'all don't have spaceships and you don't see me rubbing this in your faces."