"So why don't we do something?" chimed in Malcolm Bowen, casting an amused look toward Beckett. "No matter what we plan, no matter how annoyed we are with society--things aren't going to change until we do something."
From the far end of the table, their host lifted his chin from his chest, looking very amused with the turn the conversation had taken. "Think back," he advised. "What would those before us have done?"
Bowen smirked. "Left a mark. Let's choose a target."
Sounded far more productive than arguing over the payment to house elves.