Luna frowned, resting her chin on one hand and watching the parchment smolder, thin tendrils of smoke wafting up before being blown off by the pleasant breeze drifting through the office. Her silvery eyes, usually dreamy and far away, focused in solidly and her usually vacant expression turned into a frown.
"I think we would have to be careful," she said after a moment. "I agree, the Ministry is rubbish these days. But they still make journalists disappear at the slightest sign of disagreement. The only way we could take a side and survive is if we went so public, if we were so over-the-top and in-your-face, that if something happened to us nobody could help but notice and the Ministry would have a hell of a lot of answering for to do."