"No." This time, when Tracey said the word, it came out low and urgent. "No, no, no. I can't." She shook her head, pressing her lips together, hands twisting in his lap. "I can't report him, Theodore. It wouldn't- They wouldn't-" Her brow furrowed and she bit her lip for a long moment before she whispered hoarsely, "He's a Death Eater..."
His offer, though, was enough to make her look up and meet his eyes, almost surprising the faintest of smiles out of her. "I- Thank you," she said softly, the words almost a whisper.