"My Dad wasn't dead, he was disappeared. I knew he was dead, I--yeah but they didn't. After so long, they decided to track me down I guess. I don't know how those fucking little creep show goblins work, I don't like them." He snuffed out his cigarette and looked at Morgan.
"New York, by the way. I made it to the States. As far from here as I could get on a few dimes and a prayer." He shook his head. With some of what he'd heard about what was going on, he wasn't sure he wanted to let his cousin know for a fact that his father had been a Death Eater. He didn't want anyone to know, in case the Ministry found out, but he was also a little bit concerned about what Morgan might think about all of it.