Out of the corner of his eye, Antonin noted Arcturus' reaction, yet made no indication that he noticed the horror. He appreciated the lad's discretion, and serious over the matter, not accusing for grilling him for answers.
"When I tell you how your Britain's Wizarding Society has been compromised by Muggle sympathy, then you must believe me, for I am living proof. Mudbloods even taking on positions in the Ministry, and your Hogwarts? The Headmaster is the biggest sympathizer of them all. Never have I seen anything like it, so infuriating." His right hand balled up into a tight, angry fist. "But there was a visionary. A reformer. He wanted to restore Wizarding Britain to her former glory. A number of us joined his cause, we protested with action. Our identities were kept secret, to prevent backlash, but due to my misfortune, I was discovered. And for my participation, I was sentenced to life in Azkaban. One year, I rotted in my cell, before Preya came for me. What other choice had I but to accept their invitation?"