"Think about it..." Ron rubbed his face and raised a hand for another drink. Aberforth laughed to himself and shook his head. Not happening. A glass of water was sat down in front of the teen along with a fresh bowl of stale crackers.
"You said it yourself, they're all here or in prison. The aurors got them right where they want them. They can't get out, and they can get in. It's a rat trap. They can get in, but they can't get out. Besides.. the ones we got are half useless. A hell of a trap."
Justin was right about one thing though, it was killing him to do nothing. That was part of why he was fighting, drinking and yelling his way though the entire village. He was one screw away from being the corrupt cop sterotype without the badge.