Albus felt a sense of forthcoming. All the cheer from the parade had gone in favour of a new event that he'd just remembered after all the excitement from the parade. He entered the Hogshead, and almost right after, people he recognized piled in. It was good, he supposed, because they were friends, people they trusted.
Albus listened carefully as Lucy spoke, and it was more...well...Lucy and young then the riotous speeches she previously gained. Well, these people was their friends, not a huge crowd that needed to be presuaded. He picked up where she left off, having the need to say something, at least. "It started with stupid, pointless flyers, and honestly, things have been escalating horribly," he paused breifly, sure everyone knew what he was talking about. January's father being killed was a sort of breaking point.
"And when...if...things get to the point when we have to defend ourselves, then we need to know how. We're part of a generation that's never seen war, only the lingering effects of it. It's going to be harder for us to get in a frame of mind that we might need to learn things like this, but, at some point we might not have a choice."