It was bad enough the Ministry was in the clutches of the Death Eaters; that the Death Eaters have control and insisted on tracking muggleborns; that they control the Daily Prophet and the articles have heavy leanings on Death Eater politics.
"And how long is too long to wait?" Eric said. "One more year? Five more years? Twenty? And I would suggest fighting back. I just have no fucking clue how to do it, when to do it, and I'm too much of a nancy to try anything by myself." It took a lot for him to actually admit that, but he had to be honest with himself: Eric was quite a coward when it came to holding his wand—all bark, books, and wit, but absolutely no bite.
Standing, Eric brushed off the crumbs and flakes, tucking his magazines under his arm, and nodding to the stranger. "I have to go sit somewhere else now," he said, "and read the rest of my articles, but I'm going to play dress-up and sit behind a desk. Cheerio."