For a long stretch of silence he weighs whether or not to share his private past, the one he’d much rather forget he’d ever learned from Morfin Gaunt, his so-called uncle. Telling now, when he can edit but not obfuscate, could be dangerous but... but, it would also be more powerful. "My mother was barely a witch, not even enough to be called to Hogwarts, but she was very talented at Potions. In the village where she lived there was a handsome aristocrat, as this was still a time with aristocrats who all but ran entire villages, and when he came near her shack of a home, riding on his horse, she’d offer him water.