"No." What could they do... he had much to much of a life here, even in Italy, it would be no escape. They would have to change everything, their names, their home, their lifestyle... There was no way, and the thought of having a squib s- No. He wouldn't think that. He couldn't, he wasn't bigoted, he'd promised himself, told himself... Muggles were on thing, but people with magical ability- people born in the magical world... They were different, even if they were squibs, they were still different, he couldn't think like that. Not about Marlowe.
She was right, and shook his head. "Right, right, not with the muggles.." But they couldn't get him a tutor- that could get out. They couldn't hide him, people would notice he was at home and not at school- questions would be asked...
But when she said something about her father being a Death Eater he looked at her strangely, rose a brow and let go of her arms. "Verity...I am too." He said almost quietly, not sure what being one had anything to do with anything...
However, when she said that it had been Jill to bring this up, Montague almost nodded enthusiasticly, "of course. She- I would not put it past her... we'll ask him. He would know, of course." What child didn't know if he'd done magic...