"I see." She tenses further, taking another step back, the moving picture of Draco and Astoria grinning at each other looping over and over from the front spread on the Prophet  where it landed after her rapid and flippant dismissal of it back on the tabletop. "Your parents." Her chin jerks up and down, but she doesn’t allow her face to contort into the snarl of rage that’s bubbling up in her chest. "Your  father ."