"Probably both, knowing Justin," Anthony said with a sigh. He put his quill down and rubbed his eyes. He raised an eyebrow at the mention of a pureblood and hoped like hell that whichever SS person had been involved wasn't one who tended to hold grudges otherwise that pureblood and his family and his friends were going to suffer the consequences the moment Stephen wasn't watching.
"It's bad," he said with a shrug. "And the longer we're all stuck in here, the worse it's going to get, especially if we have to start rationing food. Because you know what orders we're going to get." He gave Stephen a significant look. "So since I would rather not have to enforce those orders, I don't suppose you're any closer to a solution?"