Dean seemed to daze off. He was imagining himself smiling, sitting in his big chair in the grand office. "Fudge is not someone I'd let handle things when things get tough. I mean what if after this war, another He-who-must-not-be-named stepped up? He would crumble under the pressure," he said. He took a seat. When he heard the name of Dumbledore he smiled. Dumbledore was the man that saved him and his mother from the Death Eaters. While he admired and respected him, he doubted he would want a post such as that.<br/><br/>Dean leaned back and smiled listening to the others argue about stuff. He merely smiled and nodded like he knew a good politician would do.<br/><br/>James grinned when he found the compartment. "Well, if you are going to take a nap, I'm going to go see some of the other gryffindors," he said standing and walking down the narrow hall of the train.