Draco looked around the room and smiled. "I believe we have a good mix of the populace right here. I'm not blind or stupid, Neville. Ideology are good and well, but they are destroying us. If we keep going this way, i won't matter if you are a Slytherin or a Gryffindor, a pure-blood or a Muggleborn. We will kill each other until there is little left."
He shook his head. "No, everyone needs to be represented, at least anyone who's willing to follow our traditions, the real ones, not the ones that Voldemort thought we should have. However, we can't lock ourselves in the past. Too much as changed, and our economy has integrated to the Muggle one. We need to come up with better rules, better ways to handle things without isolating ourselves once more."