"Some things never change, eh?" Ron agreed with a sigh. It wasn't like the rest of the world ever cared about what happened at this school, and as shit as it was, he had come to terms with that. The other night he had overheard a bunch of Ravenclaws talk about how their generation had become isolationist, and how that would affect the government once they were of age to take control. How they'd never be able to depend on anyone who wasn't one of their own. And even then, that circle would shrink as they aged.
Now, Ron ended up having to look up a third of their words, but the girls were right. They were all fucked in the head because of this place, and he doubted it would ever change.
"They're probably just waiting for us all to die off. Call it a tradgedy and get back to work." He finished his pint. "It's what I'd do."