"No one's seen anything of Amycus Carrow since he escaped," Draco muttered, between chewing on his lip. "Probably run off to Bermuda or something. My father..." he hesitated. His instinct was that if a powerful dark wizard was walking around, his father wouldn't be far behind, despite his assurances that he had no more 'Death Eater friends'. "Wouldn't do this on his own," he settled on, finally. "Not that he could. And there's me, but, hey. No magic's a pretty good alibi."