Severus laughed. "I'm sure you can." He arched an eyebrow and then chuckled again. "I'm sure some here might have a heart attack if I turned up in anything other than black. That might be entertaining."
He grumbled for a moment. "As loathe as I am to even remotely agree with your brother, if his point is that assigning blame is pointless, then he has a point. It's not going to change anything." He gave a small quirk of a smile. "And I used the word 'point' far too many times in that sentence. However, if he's suggesting that the whole matter should be shoved under a carpet and forgotten, then I'll gladly disagree with him, loudly and with a great deal of venom. It should be a key part of the History of Magic curriculum. Not to assign blame but to ensure that no one ever does anything that stupid ever again."
He snorted with amusement. "I suppose I could have staked a claim on my grandparents' house. I think the Princes had quite a decent home from the few things my Mum told me. I was, as far as I know, their only grandchild."
"Of course you don't," he said wryly. "You've known me for years." He grimaced. "No one was as bad as the Carrows. Maybe Bella came close on her bad days. I'm afraid Azkaban did absolutely nothing for her sanity."