That smile was telling, and Theodore relaxed ever so slightly, taking a sip from his own glass before responding to her question.
"I did," he confirmed. "Though clearly that is not information I would share with just anyone." Considering her another moment, he continued, "It's an unique position, that I imagine the earliest of Death Eaters enjoyed. My alliances are unknown. I may walk freely through our society. At worst, I'm merely a Slytherin who cannot resist the urge to point out the flaws of others. Or, as that idiot Finnigan believes, a Ravenclaw who forgot to celebrate the end of the war."
He rolled his eyes at the mention of the Gryffindor. "Tell me, Miss Parkinson, is this the world you envisioned a year ago? As Hogwarts finally began to live up to its potential, did you expect these fools to have free reign with their nonsense now? Or, by chance, did you picture a world where the purity of one's blood truly meant something. Where magic was limited only to those qualified to practise it?"