You were a new teacher at Hogwarts, somewhat. You were acting as an assistant to Harry. When one day Harry takes over transfigurations, you bring up a new topic.

“Humans consider themselves unique, so they’ve rooted their whole theory of existence on their uniqueness.” You spoke as your hand changed into different ways, first slimy before turning into one with webs and back to normal.

“One is their unit of measure, but it’s not. All social systems we’ve put into place are a mere sketch.”