He turned over her words in his head, uncertain what to say. The thought of his conversation with Lucius Malfoy wore heavy on him. There would be decisions to be made and soon, and he had thought that it would be easier than this. Part of him cynically told him that she was only saying this because she was scared. There was nothing else too it, no forgiveness for him, no understanding.
"What are you going to do if you find out?" he asked. "Lecture them? It doesn't work like that, Lily. They aren't going to feel badly about saying it. All it will do is make things worse." For you. It was left but said, but it hung in the air.