Juliana's heart skipped a beat at this last statement. If they were registered with the Ministry, she could probably find out who it was. This was unrelated to the interview, because obviously she wasn't going to put the name in the article. It was her natural curiosity and her inclination towards solving puzzles that made her think of it. Given enough disparate pieces, her instinct was always to try and put them together, even when she knew she shouldn't. That had been why she'd staked out the inn a year ago when she'd given him the rabbit, and why she'd poured through all of her compiled letters for clues once she'd recognized one of his turns of phrase. There weren't that many people who were registered with the Ministry to begin with, and while it wasn't as though the list was routinely published in the Daily Prophet she hardly thought it was a secret, either. The attack had been in the paper, which might narrow it down a little more. She knew roughly when it had happened. He'd told her before how long he'd been living with this condition, and just a moment ago he'd said for the first few years he had been out in the forest. There was a relatively small window of time to check, then, particularly if this had be the instigating incident for his change of full moon plans.

She ought not to be thinking of this, because she ought not to look into it any further. She wasn't going to look into it any further. She wasn't. Kieran trusted her, enough to talk to her about this. This was probably the biggest secret in his life, and he was telling her about it, and she ought to respect any minor boundaries he left in place. He trusted her, and she should leave it alone. She was going to leave it alone.

She had been scratching out notes while she frantically worked through all this in her mind — luckily she had always been good at multitasking — so the pause didn't seem so egregious when she returned to her questions. "They're registered with the Ministry, and you're not," she said carefully. "Tell me about that."

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