"You must be a Gryffindor," Theo said, somehow unsurprised by this. "And yes. That about sums it up." He didn't owe this man any sort of explanation, but surprised himself by adding. "Some people who were sent back and then returned to the hotel have vague memories of what happened here. Maybe I'll remember some of this, and make some changes." It was more than he would have admitted in the past, but what did he care about what this Gryffindor thought? Nothing he said would be remembered, so there was really no reason to not say anything. "They are really Death Eaters. They've been displaced as much as we have, but they are themselves. I'm sure of it."
Theo turned and raised an eyebrow at the comment. "Yes. I do. I'm surprised you're aware of that, though." While it wasn't necessarily a secret of who did or did not work for the Department, it wasn't always a well known fact. "Ah. Of course. I see the resemblance to your parents now." Of course he had the bad luck to run into a Potter. At least it was the Potter though. "You know, if we were back home I could neither confirm nor deny that, but since it doesn't matter here, yes. That was my area. But whatever the hotel is doing is far beyond me and I've stopped trying to figure things out. It's much more pleasant that way." It wasn't as if he wanted to go home any time soon, so figuring out how the hotel worked had kept slipping down in his priorities over the past few months.
"After we deal with this, I'll show you the research I've compiled, if you want. You won't make any sense of it, but you're welcome to try." He paused a moment, made a face. "Forty-eight? That's bloody ancient."