Felixa listened carefully. And indeed, the people who ran had to have been Death Eaters. Marek hadn't stated it out loud, but the way he talked about beliefs and such as good as said it. That quite narrowed the population of who could be referred to. The witch didn't know nearly all of the Death Eaters, but it was a rank in which people took pride. Fletcher was still around, as was Marek and Melinda, and the Minister, of course. There were others. Patience's sister, to the best of Felixa's knowledge, for example, but it wasn't like the witch kept an active list in her mind of who the Death Eaters were. But if she noticed a distinct lack of anyone or comments anywhere along that line...she would know who. With Marek's warning of an introduction, Felixa wasn't about to share any of this with anyone, or even that she knew.
The witch drank as she listened to him talk. Although the situations were different in so many ways, the timing of it made Lili think even more on her parents' deaths. Felixa hadn't spoken about it with Tibby, even though there had been a period of weeks where she had thought about it, decided it, and even discussed it with Fletcher, about her father anyway. But she...even if he hadn't, Felixa couldn't let him hurt Tibby anymore. But she had told him after. And in that it was different. These people very specifically had betrayed something larger in a way that they couldn't go back to their friends, it seemed. And Felixa didn't know about that from experience.
"I value those I love more than anything else: family, friends, lovers when I have one," though that was admittedly rare, Felixa thought to herself, "And as long as they value that more than anything else as well, I would unquestionably tell someone anything important that would affect them life that beforehand. But if I knew that person would try to stop me, I am not sure. I've never been in that situation." Nor did the witch care to. She had never betrayed anyone knowingly, and she did not take doing so lightly.