Viktor drank more, "I do not know, but it is worth a try, to try to communicate with her. I have not sent an owl; I am afraid it will somehow let them track her. But I want to help, I must."
Viktor nodded at the advice, "I will not speak with anyone about it. And I am much relieved to hear of your father's plans. He is far too good of a man to get caught in one of their traps. Me, I have no worries about. They think me the loyal Purist, having been a student at Durmstrang. And I see no reason to let them think otherwise, for now."
He looked down at his mug, half gone by now and he sighed, "I worry about them, all of them," and he looked up at Fred, and then had to grin, "You didn't tell me which of them you are. Are you Fred or George? I cannot tell you apart."