"Like I said when it's less pressing," she said with a gentle shrug, not wanting to pressure him into it. The house was depressingly dank though. Pansy thought it could be made into a beautiful house given determination, time and a large budget.
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to," she said with a small smile. "I don't even want to make you uncomfortable. I just don't understand why this would happen to me. I've never been terribly interested in the Dark Arts and whilst I wanted Voldemort to win back at school, it was due to the fact that my father was a Death Eater, Draco was in danger and losing would have consequences for us all."
She smiled wanly. "I don't even know if I want to be a Death Eater. I just don't have the luxury of choice to turn aside from that at the moment. I have nobody to protect me or keep me and my mother safe. Not turning up looked like the more dangerous option on Friday night," she admitted.