Fletcher understood how Draco felt. This was not something any of them wanted to hear. None of it. The potion was supposed to keep working forever, but like some things, you could build up a tolerance to it. Nothing lasted forever, and that was something he wasn't likely to tell the Dark Lord anything of the sort. You could stop being controlled by the Imperius Curse, so who was to say that any measures that they put forth would continue working forever? No one.
"I agree. I'll pass the idea along to her so she can work on it." Fletcher wasn't sure who to suggest, but there was always someone that needed a job. Perhaps one of their number would end up there. That could work out just fine. He'd have to take a moment to look at their ranks and see who could move, who wanted to move.
He smiled a little as he looked at the man. The colour red really was a nice one. At least Gryffindor had that right. He just preferred the colour green. He flicked his wand again to give him a matching cut, tilting his head to look at him. Oh, he was a sad, desperate little thing. If only that didn't make it all the more fun.