"I don't know." Michael rubbed the bridge of his nose wearily. "This is a nightmare. They're using torture on students." Denying the fact was pointless - Ernie saw the bruises first hand and anyone had seen Lavender and Seamus running around as if they'd been trying to snog a Bludger. For the first time Michael's anger outweighed his fear. They were fighting a war inside this castle. He could no longer deny this.
"I helps a lot, Ernie." Michael admitted and, seeing as his wounds were dressed, put his shirt back on. "But I reckon you're right. Things are already out of hand and what the hell ware we going to do if they get worse? What can we do? Putting up banners in the Great Hall isn't enough. We need to provide protection to students!" Michael conveniently forgot to mention how to provide that protection. Mostly because he had no clue where to begin.