"If...muggle borns aren't safe, that explains it to a point, perhaps. Hermione, Harry and Ron...I mean. They'd never abandon Hermione," he said in all hoensty, as he tried to think on that possibility. He tried to remember any talk of muggle borns and why it was that he hadn't noticed their lack of safety as of late.
'They've made us forget things,' she stated and he realized that was a legitimate explanation to why he didn't notice things. Perhaps he had noticed but simply forgotten swiftly? He wasn't sure.
He leaned back, clasping his hands in his lap. "Are there...others who...don't forget things, like you?" He asked quietly, still trying to sift through his memories. Everything seemed foggy and he felt as if he couldn't recall several years with ease. The time following soon after Cedric's death. Though he was willing to believe her, he wondered why it was he couldn't force the memories to fruition and he groaned slightly as he tried to recall.