"I don't know," she said, a bit of her misery creeping out in her voice despite her best efforts. "I don't know why. Some kind of belated punishment for Mother's actions?" Which would be deeply ironic as her Mother would be happy to have been the one to cast the binding spells. "I've not had a chance to contact Grandfather to find out if he knows and Uncle Janus is still out of country. He wont' be back until next week."
She shrugged at Daphne's inquiry. "That's something else I don't know. He, she, it, whoever is supposed to contact me and let me know. I hope it is Crabbe or Goyle, oh, or even Draco. I know them. I know how to handle them."
Alex's description of her Binder drained every bit of blood from her face. For the first time in ages, she felt like she might faint. "Good God, Alex, who is it?" Even as willing as she was to do what was necessary to advance herself and to keep safe, there were lines she wouldn't cross.