It's like Déjà vu all over again
A/N: I always kind of wondered about those moments in time travel stuff that authors generally latch upon as displaying the utter bigotry of the Wizarding World, et cetera, and I thought I'd give a try of explaining some of it.
Harry had, through some arcane process that required immense power and preparation, travelled back in time to the body of his eleven-year-old self and was currently going to relive his life in an attempt to ensure that the war went better than last time. On the way, however, he was encountering some rather harsh truths about his friends and himself.
"… and we have a squib cousin that's an accountant, but we never talk about him."
Harry gaped at Ron. "What, you buy into that pureblood stuff too? I can't believe this! I thought the Weasleys were good people, but it turns out that you are just as purist as the rest!"
Ron stared at him. "Harry," he said slowly, "My brother Charlie tames dragons. My brother Bill breaks curses on tombs in Egypt like a treasure hunter. My twin uncles Fabian and Gideon were the most badass Aurors in the world. Why the hell would I want to talk about an accountant?"
There was a rather awkward pause as Harry digested this. "Ah."
"Yeah," Ron continued, "He may be a squib, but he's also got the most boring job ever invented. If he was a lion tamer or in the SAS or blew stuff up for a living, I'd talk about him all the time, but he's an accountant. I don't want to talk about accountants. Why do you think I never talk about what my Dad does? It's boring!"
"Right. Sorry for assuming that you were a pureblood elitist."
He shrugged. "No harm done. Don't worry about it."