There was no doubt in her mind that she could trust her secrets to Fenrir. Maybe others who didn't know him or didn't know the truth of their years-long friendship might think she was daft or overly trusting, but she knew and that was all that mattered. The story of everything that had happened to her began to tumble off her tongue. She spared him no details. Everything from the spells that Rodolphus put in her mind, how she found out about them, and what he'd tried to do the previous night came out. Fenrir, to his credit, remained perfectly still and quiet even as she could see him growing steadily more angry. When she told him about forcing the potion down her throat she didn't want to drink and then brutally violating her mind again, his nostrils flared and he clenched and unclenched his fists.