[This feels dangerous. What he wants to do - tell her exactly what he means, call her a Death Eater, that Voldemort won't win here or in any bloody universe - seems suddenly like the wrong answer.
Harry and Hermione wouldn't tip their hand like that. He ought to know. So he grits his teeth, holds his quill hard enough he wonders at it not snapping. He has to be more careful than this, because - and this is the worst part - she's right. He's treating this like a schoolyard, and he has no business doing it.]
Yeah. Exactly. That's just what I meant. [Saying it incredibly sarcastically in his head helps, just a little.]
Who runs the ministry then? Who heads the departments?
privated ––
Harry and Hermione wouldn't tip their hand like that. He ought to know. So he grits his teeth, holds his quill hard enough he wonders at it not snapping. He has to be more careful than this, because - and this is the worst part - she's right. He's treating this like a schoolyard, and he has no business doing it.]
Yeah. Exactly. That's just what I meant. [Saying it incredibly sarcastically in his head helps, just a little.]
Who runs the ministry then? Who heads the departments?