"Sure, but Ron, you're still talking fifty, maybe a hundred people. Do you know how few those are? Especially if you consider that most of the students are underage. At best we get thirty to fifty people who are of age. I think you lot are worrying so much about making things the way you were that you're losing sight of what's here today," she said, gently. "We've got five, six departments already with a structure and for what? Still twenty-five people. Don't you think it's an overkill? And when are you going to take the time to enjoy life? Where are the plans for music, wireless, newspapers? The things that truly make a society. None of us needs to work five days, not when there's so much more to do that involves life."
She chuckled. "Yeah pretty sure that it's the same thing. The problem is that our past determines how we deal with the future, which is why we need to talk about the past. Ron, you are preparing for another war, whether you know it or not. You're preparing for a war with the world, a war with Hogwarts, a war with all that might come. Never, ever do you take the time to plan for the good things."
She sighed. "Now, that is definitely something that doesn't need to be argued, because she's dead and we're in school." She smiled at Ron's words. "Maybe that's why they aren't answering. They don't want us to know. Maybe they feel that knowing about the prophecy- did I tell you about the prophecy?" She didn't think so. "Anyway, there was a prophecy, they might feel that knowing the prophecy might have led to our distraction. Sometimes not knowing is for the best."