"Bloody fucking hell, you really are a Slytherin," she very nearly yelled. She unfolded from the couch and paced the short length of it, arms crossed in front of her chest, biting her thumbnail.
"Fuck. Fuck. They weren't supposed to get her. And she knows, of course she bloody knows. About me, about D, about the kids. We won't even be able to use our Muggle identities until we're sure they haven't got those out of her too, because she knows mine at least. Fuck!"