"I suppose our parents know best," Finley offered. He, of course, had a little more freedom to do as he wanted, as long as it was a respectable job and he married whomever his family chose for him to marry. He was happy to inherit copious amounts of money, so he was happy to do what his parents wanted. He left those things out intentionally.
"However, I must ask, Lyanna, whether you care what your parents think."
But did they? Lyanna wasn't entirely sure whether she believed that. She thought of the mess that her family was currently going through, and how resolutely Edmund was refusing to listen to them. Surely he was in the right there - he knew what was going to make him happy, right?
At Finley's question, she eyed him. Was this a test? Would careless words make their way back to her parents and her in trouble? "I think it would be foolish to disregard what our parents think." Whether or not they followed what their parents thought was another matter. But some attention had to be paid to it.
Finley smiled knowingly. He didn't know that Lyanna wondered whether his question was a test, but he noticed how carefully she had given her answer. "Yes, how right you are, Lyanna," he agreed calmly. "Perhaps in a few years we will understand the world well enough to know what words are important and which are...optional.
"I suppose while we are at Hogwarts, we must worry about what impressions we make on one another and which of those impressions will matter to our parents. Do you think we will incur the same pressures after Hogwarts?"
"We just have to make sure we don't say the foolish words in the meantime, I suppose," she mused. That was the challenge, wasn't it? Not saying stupid things, and not saying stupid things that could then get you in trouble.
"I don't think that pressure will go away," she said, after thinking about it for a moment. "The amount our parents caring effects us will change," she thought again of Edmund. "The dynamic is different when we are still minors. But if you continue to care to the same degree, then the pressure still holds. And the things we say once we are out of school probably have a wider impact. Stupid things we do now, may get brushed aside as being children. Once we graduate, we lose that protection."
Finley nodded his agreement. "I think there is a lot to be said, too, for people of a like mind, Lyanna," he said calmly. "There is a certain strength in numbers."
'Strength in numbers' wasn't always the case, but it was the case, Finley felt, when it came to the power that many people would be seeking in the real world. People working together usually accomplished more than people who tried to stubbornly press onward by themselves.
"Perhaps one day our like-mindedness will benefit the both of us." He grinned mischievously.
Strength in numbers. She supposed that that was true. Have enough of anyone and it wasn't as easy to get brushed aside. "There is, yes," she agreed. It was just a matter of putting that strength into something that was worth it. Whatever that may be.
"How would you want it to benefit you?" Lyanna asked him. What would he want strength in numbers to achieve? What was his goal?
Finley gave a half-shrug and raised an eyebrow. "I guess the world will have to wait to see," he answered. "I envision being able to stand on my own two feet with my head held high, no matter the obstacles I overcome. One step at a time.
"Do you not have a vision for your future, Lyanna?"
Lyanna eyed him. Admirable. And she could understand that. "Doesn't everyone want that?" she returned. Wouldn't everyone want to be able to stand on their own having overcome what had been thrown at them? Though it didn't make it any less of a goal, despite that.
"Of course I do," she answered. She had goals, she had ambitions, she had dreams for her world. "Without a goal, what have you got? You can't aim for something if you don't have a direction."
"Some people are happy...going with the tide, so to speak," Finley explained, moving his hand as if to emulate a flow of water. "I would rather control the tide." Whether or not it was his tide, he wanted control over it, should it interfere with his life in any way.