Despite a slight smile, despite her warmth and optimism, despite everything, Tonks was no longer niave. The death of Sirius had taken care of that, among other things. The work for the Order even more so. She nodded in approval as she felt the small field go up around them, though it would draw more eyes in their direction as people realized their table went silent. Better safe than sorry.
"It's not safe, not at all. The wizarding world has been, for years, ruled by those pure of blood. Now I'm not making a statement about politics, or who should be in charge, or even blood purity, but the ranks of Dark Wizards only take pure bloods among them. There is a correlation there. It would be foolish to assume that we've managed to keep all dark wizards out of the upper ranks when money, power and blood purity all too often go hand in hand." There was a bitterness to Tonks' voice that had only come in the last few years, but it underlay her words never the less. It also made her sound older, more mature. There was a grown woman beneath all the pink hair and clumsiness after all.