He'd been imprisoned? She gasped quietly, a hand snapping to cover her mouth, ashamed of her reaction. Her crystal blue eyes shone wetly but tears were held in check. She simply nodded and tried to absorb what he was telling her. He'd done something to run afoul of the Ministry and it had landed him in that horrid place where Bellatrix had been sent.

"He commanded it, didn't he? He's always asked too much, taken too much form his followers." Her words were hushed but sharp. She herself had never joined the Death Eaters, but half her family had and her own husband.

"Draco was home for holiday, after the tournament I had a devil of a time talking him out of Drumstrang again. It's too far from us, I can't bear him that far away." So things had indeed escalated, and her family was to suffer for it.