"That's not how it works, Ron! You can't live life expecting a war. It's not healthy and it's not good for anyone. I get that you fought a war, but so did we. You were all scared and running away, but we were here, dealing with psychopaths, so don't think you have the exclusive on war scars. The difference between you and me is that I understand that it's not a way to live." She threw her hands in the air. "Oh for fuck's sake, then why are you fucking claiming that you want a better department? You don't want a better department. You don't want to help the new generation. You just want to create soldiers." She shook her head. "This isn't about what you've done. I'm not complaining about that, it's the way you think. You see blending with Muggles as a way to fight. Your only goal is this imaginary war when going into the Muggle world should be the foundation. That should have been your priority from day one, because we should be able to go right this minute, while the war doesn't exist."
She took a deep breath. "Right, lists and priorities. How about we pay the salaries, exchange the money and go shopping at Harrods? Why don't we go have a pint at a pub in Leeds? Why don't we go eat in an Indian restaurant in London? Why aren't we making that a priority?"
Parvati shook her head. "I'm not discussing this. My head, my memories and my visions are mine. I'll be happy never to share them with anyone, but you try to fuck with my head and you will get hurt. That's a promise."