"talking"
"thinking/emphasis"
oOo
He had come to understand that his Gran was fond of ranting. In fact, his second earliest memory was of exactly that: he was either five or six and she had sat him down in the center of her dusty loveseat, walking about, whilst practically screaming about the idiocy of indecision. She seemed to believe that indecision could only lead to inaction, and that said inaction was only for the refuge of cowardly fools.
Others claimed that inaction, in itself was could never warrant adequate attention. That it would always shy behind the more daring actions and their subsequent reactions.
He knew this was false.
Some claimed that when faced with conflict there were but two choices: agree or disagree. Beyond would be a matter of respective consequence.
False again, dearest society.
He could see the choice for inaction so clearly it hurt. That is to say: the consistent flighty indecision that every fucking person saw him hide, saw him cower behind – was more accurately a practice in inaction.
After all, Neville Longbottom understood that the most effective actions were those that could never be traced. Actions that felt more akin to the push of evolution than the workings of a master.