Oliver gently squeezed Kirley's fingers as they tangled together. He spotted the recognition in Kirley's eyes, figuring he knew what had pissed him off.
"Yeah that..." Oliver watched the stone fly into the water, thinking of how wizarding society seemed to be doing just that, sinking. The ministry appeared to want to go backwards, undoing all the good that previous miniters had done. Hearing Kirley continue Oliver nodded, "I'm not surprised O started attacking his drums," Oliver watched Kirley's hands flying to his hair, knowing just how much this was bothering the older man.
Oliver sat down behind Kirley, his legs either side of the older mans, arms winding around his waist. "I know, no doubt he is taking this really bad." He sighed and pressed a light kiss to Kirley's shoulder. "It is fucking ridiculous, they want to take us back to the Medieval ages. There are amazing muggle borns out there, O being one of them. The same as there are some amazing werewolves and other people. They just want a purist world and need to pull their wands from up their arses, though they are so deep they probably can't find them," Oliver paused, then blushed as he realised he began ranting.
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