He would likely ask for a drink soon. For a flash of a moment, his mind wandered to the concept of a good strong gin and tonic; wondering if Hestia had the makings for one, but he pushed the thought away. He wanted to have a clear and calm mind for this discussion, wanting to truly understand what was going on.
He wanted to point out that he knew about Crouch being the Minister, how could he not. But she seemed horrified even mentioning it, as if it should bother him just as well. Did it bother him? He tried to focus, tried to remember. He had no clear cut memories of the Minister, for he had no true recollection of dealings with him. Except...
...he sort of had. It had only been brief, but he remembered when he arrived at Hogwarts to assist with the Triwizard Tournament; escorting the dragons that would be used in the competition. He had spent most of his time with Ron, trying to calm his brother down and get him to think with a level head in regards to some argument he had been having with Harry, but he had also met the other champions when he was there. After the task had been complete, of course. He had met Fleur, at such a young and bright age, though her charms really hadn't affect him. And Krum, of course. Then, there had been Cedric.
He had known Cedric when he was near the end of his term at Hogwarts and had been a bit shocked to see the boy as the hogwarts champion; simply because he would have never been able to pick out who'd be a competitor at such a young age. Having known Cedric, he was stunned to find out he had been killed at such a young age.
Stunned wasn't the right word, he realized, staring for a long time at the wood upon Hestia's coffee table. Angered beyond belief suited better. He struggled to recall now, but...there had been another reason it upset him so vastly.
Why did he feel as if Crouch seemed to fit into that? It didn't make sense, he thought now. Nor did it make sense that he had ever been angry. Why was he angry about the events of that night?
For a moment he lifted his eyes to Hestia, realizing how long he had been quiet. "How bad?" He asked, though he felt, perhaps, he possibly had an idea.