Hannah watched him with wide, worried eyes. "Ernie knows. If you know what I know, or what you seem to know, Ernie knows too, so you can say it in front of him," she said, the words awkwardly vague yet far from truly cryptic. There was little use hiding what he father was if Rabastan knew, even if she would hold tight to the secret of what he and Hestia were doing. That could only be known by them, Ernie and herself, for her father's safety.
"The other entries and things he said, he was lying in all of them, wasn't he?" she asked, nodding to the parchment bookmarked pages. She needed to know the truth, to know how to deal with Rodolphus Lestrange. "I... I thought... and still do, in a small way, that... that maybe if he had help, he wouldn't be how he is. Help more than you have here, I mean."