Theodore had long ago lost interest in his tea, but he sipped it dutifully, lips pressing into a concerned line. He had objections to the family of ST label, for obvious reasons, but even in his bitterness, he could at least partially understand the ministry's desire to segregate members of death eater families; the Dark Lord had wreaked havoc on the entirety of the realm, and though he knew himself not to be a risk, he wasn't naive enough to believe the ministry should think so. It seemed absurd, however, that non-death eaters were being labelled that way, and that entire families should suffer the burden of one member's dissent. How many generations of children would feel the impact? It was all so wrong.
"I hope you are wrong," he said, though there was nothing about his tone that suggested he thought she might be. "Your family does not deserve to suffer."