Kastra took another sip from her cup, eyes winding back to Artemis with a glint of amusement. She wasn't having fun at Artemis' expense, it was more of a conspiratorial gleam.
"We were colleagues," she replied, perfectly aware that the age of Kastra Yaxley left little time for a past career that would put her in league with someone local. Finally, she permit a small smile to curl her mouth. "Many years ago."
Actually, it was probably best this way, the association pointed out by herself before awareness of Barty's presence unwittingly spread. An accidental, casual mention on Artemis' part to the wrong person could be problematic. Though not many beyond those involved with the Ministry would likely recognize Barty's name at a glance, Barty's father had been notable, at the very least, for the scandal of having a Death Eater for a son.
"I haven't mentioned him before," she clarified. "But I believe you might have heard the name at Hogwarts. Bartholomew Crouch Sr was killed there, yes?"
Part of her didn't want to come out and say it, part of her wanted Artemis to puzzle it out on her own. There was something to be said for the pleasure of anticipation, and more so, probably a revelation best warmed up to. An unfurling of an idea, rather that bold declarations, seemed far more enjoyable. And like this, it was more like a game. It had been a while since she'd enjoyed a pleasant sort of game. Well, an innocent sort of game. She found it quite suited her mood this evening.