Oliver knew all too well to what Percy was referring to. He had thought the same thing when he had decided to join the Order; he had thought that he was going to be able to change things. He had thought that he was going to be able to make the world a better place. Sitting where he was now, he felt as if he'd been incredibly foolish. How naive. How stupid, maybe of both of them, to think that they could change anything. Oliver drank down the rest of his water.
"Maybe you should leave then," Oliver suggested, his voice a little lower than usual. He ran his fingers along the edge of the empty glass. He knew that it wasn't that easy. It wasn't that simple. He knew that leaving now probably meant that the Ministry was going to take a special interest in you. But he couldn't imagine having to stomach pretending that he agreed with everything that would happen.
"How could people possibly agree with what happened?" Oliver asked, and this time his voice undeniably angry. It was still quiet and controlled, but the anger was there regardless. "It was a Death Eater tactic. It was everything we had just fought against it."