"Well..." Isabella glanced around the deserted common room. It was important to her that there was not another living being any where near them. Call it paranoia, but she did not want to be overheard by anyone. "Between you and me only, not the kind of company you'd ever want to admit you know."
Even though they were alone, Bella dropped her voice even lower any how. "When my father was in school, he was in Slytherin. Normally that wouldn't bother me but he went to school and got friendly with a lot of Death Eaters, well now ex Death Eaters." Again she glanced around still afraid they would be over heard. "Of course they all claimed they hadn't acted on free will.. But you know how that goes."
Finally certain they were alone she looked back in his direction. "I am not kidding when I tell you these guys have sat at our dinner table and "joked" about which of their kids would be the next protege of the Dark Arts. Thing is I don't think they were really joking." Of course she wasn't sure if her father really was involved anything dark, she wanted to give him the benefit of a doubt, but... "Either way, I don't want to be involved or even associated with those kind of people. Especially these days... It's why I don't talk about home too often or invite anyone there." Though it did not save her from having to be there and it only isolated her further once she left Hogwarts.
"It's hard not being in control..." She said in response to his last comment. "Least then you have some say in what happens. Some reason people feel better or can accept bad things if they think there was something they could have done to prevent it. That it wasn't all predetermined."
Isabella paused for a moment. "I do feel helpless. I won't deny it. I want to have a say in what happens not only here at school, but out there in the real world. It's just that I don't. Not really..." She bit down on her lip. "I want to be believe that my efforts aren't futile."