"You know better this time," Oliver reminded him quietly; his voice held no note of accusation. He simply wanted Percy to remember the rather painful lessons he had learned during the war. He didn't want to see such mistakes repeated. Surely, there was no easy answer to what was happening now, but Oliver rather suspected that straying down the same path twice would perhaps be the worst of plans -- especially in the eyes of Percy's family.
"You're not a fool, Percy," Oliver said intently. "We're all upset about finding our heroes fallen. I think we just need to remember that while the Ministry can become our hero again, it's not right now." Those words summed up his feeling about the situation so aptly, so perfectly. He also knew that they were dangerous and that if the wrong person heard them, it was likely that his status in the community would be changed; he was friends with people who had been marked as STs; he was a pureblood; he had been a member of the Order during the war. There were plenty of things to start worrying about and Oliver feared that he was going to become too paranoid. He was tired of being bound too tightly to act, however.
Oliver sat back in his seat, studying Percy for a moment longer, because he wasn't exactly certain to say beyond this point. Perhaps he was being too hard, too unfair, on Percy, but he didn't know what exactly to say. There was no easy solution and Oliver didn't pretend that there was one.