That, in itself, was something of a relief. Theodore had been imagining scenes of being Imperiused, controlled, into attacking his father himself -- and although he was fairly certain that he would be able to fight the curse in that situation, he had never been forced to try. Still hadn't, he hoped. He could feel guilty about being useless in defending his father later, for now he felt ever so slightly relieved that he hadn't been an unwilling active participant. So far, anyway. "And?" he prompted, wanting to hear the rest.