((Again, James, read the rules. Allura's opinion is hardly objective))
"You do WHAT?" Allura's shriek was mind blowing.
"Shut up, Matthew, Ne'os. Did everyone not just hear what that scum said? He only wants to give basic rights to people who deserve them," Allura was appalled.
The notion that someone like that could infiltrate the Order. The notion that he could even get into a position of power and become co-leader, no less.
"And just a moment ago, Jess was saying he'd give control over to that man, that man who doesn't believe in equal rights, if anything happened to him. Jess' good health is the only thing standing between us and, well, being just as bad as the Death Eaters," she went on.
Her face was a mask of revulsion. Usually, Allura was good at not betraying her feelings, years of occlumency training had taught her that it's useless to know how to shield your mind if your expression and body language betray your thoughts anyway. Now, though, it was much more effective to let everyone see how disgusted she felt even sharing a room with James Wilson. She wanted him gone, and gone now.
"We ought to have a vote. Even if we don't vote to make him leave, I don't feel safe with him as a co-leader of this group," she said. "I don't think he shares the same values as the rest of us."