Octavius gave a slight shrug. "Honestly," he said as he looked down at the baby, "I don't know for sure. He was in muggle London but who knows? There aren't any outward tells on if someone is a wizard or a muggle."
He didn't want to really dwell on it. He could see their faces still. He had a dreams of watching it happen again and again and again was helpless to stop it. It was frustrating and he wasn't sure that if he was approached about them, that he wouldn't confess. He hadn't done it but he couldn't say a demon had. It just wouldn't fly.
"I don't want you or Malachi to waste any good favors on me. You may have something better to use them on down the line."