Lost Northern Star

Adrastos stood at the window sill of the Founder's Room, staring out into the open sea, watching as the waves crashed against the shore. A glance at the sun's position as it shone above the sapphire water told him it was nearing six pm, and less than an hour before the meeting began. The serenity of the nature that surrounded the Sangreal Fortress gave the impression that nothing had changed in the present compared to all those long decades that had passed since it's creation, though Adrastos knew that impression like so many other impressions could be deceiving. Everything was changing.

With the election coming soon and a Candidate sources have said has shown particularly intense blood favoritism, there wasn't much time to act. Neutrality, Adrastos found, would be the death of them all. Many a nights had he stayed awake, gazing out his window just as he was doing so now in deep contemplation and over and over again had h found the same conclusion: There was no other option but to eliminate the enemies of the Sangreal.

Adrastos Aodhan was not a murderer, nor did he encourage anyone to be. However, he was a strong believer in the human right to defend oneself, and he truly believed that with the pure bloods, however few they might be, surrounding them, all those unfortunate to be less than pure, especially Muggleborns, would be forever doomed. A muggleborn wizard with a wife and children could be the best worker there was in his job, fulfilling every task bestowed with efficiency and talent, but should ever a pureblood desire his job within hours the worker would be left to ponder how to support his family with no paycheck. Not to mention all those innocent witches and wizards teased, harassed, even abused... All because of their heritage.

It had to end. This mistreatment had gone on for too long, far too many centuries. The Sangreal had been patient, Adrastos felt. Not to mention passive... 

No. They had waited far too long. They had all suffered far too much.  While the old wizard grew more white everyday and there was no guarantee how long he had, considering some of the original Founders, and members, had long since passed into the After-Life, he vowed that before he breathed his last, something would change.