One hand in Ernie's, her free hand clutching her cloak one she had taken it off, Hannah sat and looked seriously at Rabastan. "I'm here because... well, in the past I've been able to see some of your brother's private entries to himself. At first, I was certain it was a mistake, because Mr Lestrange wrote things in them I knew he must not have wanted anyone else to see, but finally I told him I could see it because... because I thought maybe I could help him."
She withdrew her journal then from the pocket of her cloak, the entries in question now unlocked so he could view them, the pages marked by bright parchment bookmarks. She handed it over to him before continuing.
"I learned later he was probably lying, hoping to maybe use me," she admitted softly, still embarrassed by her faith in taking all Rodolphus had said as the truth. "No more appeared after... after he was told to stop. Until this morning. And I don't know what this last entry means. You know him better, you might even know the things he knows," she said, looking at him intently, wondering if he's understand what she was saying if he did know her father was marked, hoping he'd think nothing of the statement if he didn't, "and can tell me what this means."