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Why am I taking Ancient Runes, again?
All this fiddly translating is murder on my eyes. If Professor Babbling keeps assigning all these crumbling, half-legible old manuscripts like this, Iâll need spectacles by the time I take my O.W.L.s!
Perhaps because it's an interesting class, that helps understanding spells and their origins? Far more preferable than History of magic.
Matchmaker, Matchmaker || Pansy, Theo, & Blaise
Blaise sighed, tired of that conversation, and eager to get out of there. âFine, Iâll give him a chance,â he said, huffing. âAs many chances as I have to, if it means youâll both leave me alone.â
He started making his way to the door, and then stopped, turning around to face Nott. âYou know, this is the first time Iâve seen you need someone else to speak for you,â Blaise said, without even a hint of his usual smirk. âNothing ever stopped you of telling me when you had a problem with me in the past. And you should really learn to stay out of other peopleâs business,â he added, this time looking at Parkinson.
Pansyâs first instinct was to defend Theodore, and she had to clamp her mouth shut to let the boy speak for himself. He was capable of that, as Blaise had just so aptly pointed out. âSomeone had to get you two to stop fighting,â she replied smoothly to his comment directed at her. âMerlin knows youâre both too stubborn.â
She now stood close to Nottâs side, and gave the boy a sidelong glance as she waited for his response. He was probably furious with her now - sheâd dragged him into confronting Blaise, using the idea that his feelings were secretly reciprocated. They were, Pansy was still convinced of it, but either Zabini was just too angry or even he hadnât figured it out yet. Either way, she knew what it was like to fancy someone who despised her. It was maddening and she wouldnât blame Theo one bit if he ended up blaming her for this mess.
"..I tried talking to you on my own, and it didn't work," Theo said. He had no reason to tell it was Pansy's idea in the first place, it wouldn't change anything for him and it might make things worse between the other two. He opened his mouth to speak, but he realized he didn't know what to say that he hadn't already. Repetition wouldn't help him, and he'd probably just anger Zabini even more. "..I'm sorry," he ended up saying. Maybe the fact he was apologizing in front of other people would help, or maybe Zabini would realize that he was actually sorry. Most likely neither would happen, and Theo just had to deal with it.
Matchmaker, Matchmaker || Pansy, Theo, & Blaise
Blaise looked between them, his anger momentarily turning into surprise. He was used to fight against Nott, but not when the other had someone by his side, while he had no one. And feeling alone in something he knew he was right about made him feel uneasy.
"So, is that why you dragged me here? To gang up on me and force me to go against what I know is true?â Blaise gave a small step back, wanting to put some distance between himself and the other two. âBut youâre right, I donât care about what other people think. And I donât care about what you two think, so go ahead and try to bully me into forgiving anything. I wonât do it.â
"This wasnât a one time thing," he continued, before Parkinson or Nott could reply to him. He had nothing to lose for saying it, and maybe this way he would be able to leave. "It was just the last drop. Insulting me in front of everyone that is anyone in this world was just the last and worst thing you ever did,â he said, looking at Nott. âIt might have not changed anything for you, or anyone for that matter, but it did to me. It made me realize that Iâm sick and tired of you, and I wonât stand any longer listening to you criticizing and insulting me at a daily basis.â
Pansy gave Theodore a small smile in response to his thanks, that was quickly wiped away when Blaise responded. She opened her mouth to retort, but he simply kept going, and by the time he finished she was glancing between the two boys uneasily. He was so determined not to forgive and maybe he had a point, butâŠ. They needed to be speaking again. If only so she wouldnât end up stuck between the two of them.
"Blaise," she said softly, taking a step in his direction. "You have every right to be upset." Pansy resisted the urge to glance back at Theodore, just to see how he was reacting to this. "But Theoâs your friend. I know you well enough to know you would have stopped talking to him a long time ago if he wasnât.â
She paused, quickly trying to decide in which direction she wanted to take this. And then Pansy was turning to face Nott. âYou can agree not to criticize him so much in the future, canât you? And Blaise,â she turned again, âif he promises, canât you at least give him a chance?â
Theo looked wide eyed at Zabini as the other spoke, not knowing how to react. His heart was pounding, and he was speechless. He had been wrong about a lot of things, and he wasn't used to it. He had clearly misunderstood their banters, and hadn't seen what he had been doing to Zabini.
He let Pansy talk, and nodded along when he was addressed, trying to control his features properly, and show nothing. Zabini still had no idea of Theo's...feelings, and it was better that way, especially now. It was bad enough that Pansy knew, and was probably pitying him with these revelations.
"...I didn't know," he ended up saying, not looking at any of them, unable to. At least he had been able to keep a neutral tone, and he stood a little straighter, his training and education kicking in. He glanced at Zabini, waiting, waringly, for him to reply to Pansy.
Matchmaker, Matchmaker || Pansy, Theo, & Blaise
Blaise followed Parkinson into the classroom, not taking his eyes from her. His eyes widened as Parkinson started explaining what this odd meeting was really about, and he was ready to reply, already opening his mouth, when she silently gave Nott the word. Frowning, he looked at the other, clenching his jaw to make himself keep quiet as the boy spoke.
He waited a moment after Nott finished speaking, to make sure that was all he was going to say, and then turned to Parkinson again. âFirst of all, whatever happened during that day, or any day after that, is nothing of your concern,â he started, speaking as calmly as he could. âSecond, I know you too well to believe you donât care about details. In fact, you wanting details on it is really the only explanation why youâre involved in this in the first place. And third,â he turned to Nott, his tone sharp now. âI donât fucking care how sorry you are or that you donât think that way. The point is that you said it out loud in the middle of that crowd, and now everyone thinks it. So donât expect me to ever forgive you.â
Pansy sat back, listening, not planning to interfere â oh. She was going to have to interfere.
"Actually, Blaise,â the girl found herself hissing, forgetting any ideas of letting the two talk it out themselves. âDid you ever think I might be involved because you two are my friends, and I donât want to see you fighting?â Her tone was icy, as was the glare she shot him. True, Pansy loved details when it came to situations like this, and if she got them all the better. But that wasnât what this was about.
The rest of it she should have left to Theodore, but Pansy found herself continuing. âPeople thought you were a slag before he went and said it, but we know youâre not. Since when have you cared what the masses think?â
Theo tensed up as Zabini spoke, wondering why had he thought they could do the whole thing peacefully. He should have known better -- there was a reason they were always arguing. He let Pansy defend herself, not seeing why not, and was surprised when she stood up for him too, looking at her for a moment.
"..Thank you," he said, still surprised, and looked at Zabini again, doing his best not to frown. "You say it as if I yelled it to the whole room. No one was listening to what we were saying. And it didn't change anything for everyone else."
Matchmaker, Matchmaker || Pansy, Theo, & Blaise
Blaise sighed, and went after Nott. Just thinking about having to follow the other Slytherin was enough to make him feel disgusted by it. Heâd much rather stay alone somewhere, without having to be constantly bothered by Nottâs presence â having to share a dorm was already too much.
Still, it was pointless to fight back, when it was Parkinson giving the orders. That girl had always a way to get what she wanted, and right now, she seemed to want to talk with both of them, for reasons Blaise couldnât still comprehend. âIâm not a git,â he replied to Parkinson, keeping his voice low, and a deep frown as he looked at her. âNot to you, anyway. So, what is this exactly about?â
Pansy merely shook her head in response to Blaise, walking along behind the two boys in silence. Sheâd explain when they found a spot. Theyâd have to ignore the chill of the dungeon - in the dorms, it was far too likely someone would walk in, she figured. And Blaise had already rejected the idea of speaking on the common room.
"Here," Pansy announced, pulling open the door to one of the empty dungeon classrooms and shepherding the boys inside. With a flick of her wand the door closed behind them, and another lit up the tip for some much-needed light. "Now," she started, moving to stand between them. "You both got into an argument on Boxing Day at the Malfoys. I donât really care to know the details but I know that you,â she gave a sharp look to Zabini, âare refusing to speak to Theodore. After he has apologized, even. So youâre going to hear him out, and then youâre going to forgive him. Got it?â
Without waiting for a reply from Blaise, Pansy stepped back, giving Nott a reassuring nod.
Theo did his best to look collected as they got in the classroom, and it took all he had to stay that way as Pansy spoke, mortification filling him. She had just basically told Zabini that he had been complaining about not talking to Zabini, something he'd say as if he was missing the other. True or not, it didn't have to reach Zabini's ears, Theo didn't want that embarrassment, and the other to have any power over him.
He looked at Zabini after she was done, thinking of what to say that he hadn't already said to him already. He shifted his weight a little, nervous, and kept his eyes on Zabini, speaking firmly, "I'm sorry about what I said at the party. I don't think like that of you, and didn't mean it to come out the way you took it."
Third Floor
Yeah, no problem.
Thank you, too, Nott. If I find out first, want me to let you know? Iâm sure you could think of a good hex or two to send their way.
..Yes, do tell me. I have something planned, and Iâm sure youâd like to witness it too.
Third Floor
Canât say I have, but Iâve been a bit preoccupied. Iâll keep an eye out.
Good. Someone needs to pay for this insanity.
Thank you.
I'll be glad to lead you the way, if I figure out who did it.
Third Floor
Well one of them needs to show their face. It took a whole hour for me to get the damned things out of my hair and put it back in place.
They went for my bag, I still have several essays missing. You haven't seen any of it, by any chance?
And they might. They're stupidly Gryffindors in that way.
Third Floor
I want to know which damned Gryffindor put those there so I can hex them into next week.
Either a Weasley or a Potter, I'd say. It's usually one of them.
Third Floor
So. Someone wanna tell me why I just got chased by pixies trying to get to class today?
You too, then? I was wondering if i had been the only one.
On the Train Again || Draco & Theodore
Draco rocked back in his seat like he had been slapped. âWhat exactly do you suggest we do?â he snapped. âSearch their pockets at the door? Mother tried that once with Cousin Sirius. She took the vial he planned to spike the punch with, so he Charmed everyoneâs hair blue instead. Itâs not as if we can ask them to surrender their wands!â Scowling darkly, Draco folded his arms and wished that heâd chosen another compartmentâany other compartment. Even getting bruised by Crabbe and Goyle wouldnât have been as wretched as hearing Nottâs thoughts about their so-carefully-planned gala.
Draco had had no idea that the rest of the guestsâat least some of themâdidnât just do their best to brush-off the embarrassing spectacles that Sirius and Potter insisted on making of themselves, but rather blamed the Malfoys for their appalling behavior instead! The Malfoys always worked to downplay the less-savory moments of the evening, and Draco had been sure it generally worked; surely that was why people still clamored for an invitation, after all! Everyone had unfortunate relations who couldnât be, for one reason or another, brushed under the rug. He would have expected Theodore Nott, at least, to understand that!
"Believe me," he muttered sulkily, "weâd like nothing better than to take care of the problems those malcontents cause, but our position is more tenuous than it looks." Ordinarily Draco would never have admitted something like that aloudâno matter how obvious it had to beâbut this was Theodore Nott he was talking to. Not only was the other boy not one for gossip, but he was hardly in the ideal position to be spreading any about the Malfoys anyway. Draco knew that Theodore tried to maintain a more neutral stance than more of his friends (Zabini and Parkinson, for instance) and repeating Dracoâs words now would be akin to revealing that he had chosen to pick a side, something that Theodore had done his best to avoid so far so he certainly wasnât about to do it now for the sake of some mediocre gossipâor so Draco hoped, anyway.
Even if Nott did choose to taunt him by repeating his words later, Draco couldnât help but say them; he felt he had to explain, had to convince Theodore that his family were good hosts in an impossible situation; had to win the other boyâs respect, for his parents if not for himself. Had to, for once in his life, just say the truth, rather than smiling through the usual lies and demurrals while everybody played along with the game.
"Nobody trusts us," he said quietly, "not really. If we left the Potters or Cousin Sirius off the guest-list because of their behavior, it could be perceived as a return to old habits, and thatâs all the excuse that people like Shacklebolt and Dumbledore would need to turn on us." He felt oddly lighter after speaking; the words were true, and something that Draco was certain was obvious to anyone with half a brain, but they werenât things that anyone ever actually said. Confiding even in small part to Theodore Nott felt like lifting a burden from his shoulders. âYou donât really think mother enjoys having incidents like that put their blemishes on her perfect evening?â He shook his head, knowing that he ought to regret his candor but unable to do so. Besides, Theodore Nott of all people surely knew where Draco was coming from; wasnât he in very much the same boat, just on the other side? âWe endure their little stunts because we have to, not because we want to. And donât think Potter will get away with crossing the line this year, because he wonât. That stunt with the fire was well out of order.â
Draco swallowed nervously, not sure precisely how he was going to draw Potterâs attention to his behavioral shortcomings, but determined now to do so. He decided to skirt the subject, and try and turn the conversation back to Nott and Zabiniâwhere it was supposed to be. âWhy donât you tell me what exactly you did to land yourself on his bad side?â he suggested, a bit more waspishly than he might have, had Theodore not just spent the last few minutes berating Draco for the failings of this yearâs gala.
Theo was about to reply to Malfoy's first comment when the other admitted him something, something that resonated with what Theo had been told during the entire season. He closed his mouth, and listened intently to what Malfoy said, trying to evaluate it, and mostly, see how much could he reveal back. None of his..friends, so to say, where in the same situation than him, since Theo had decided to spend time among those more neutral about blood purity. None had Death Eaters for parents, not like he did. Malfoy was the closest to his situation that Theo could possibly talk to about it -- he wasn't exactly going to open up to Crabbe or Goyle, was he? And if Theo said more than he should, with how unpopular Malfoy was, no one would believe him. And Malfoy might just provide the sort of reliability that Theo needed while confiding about it.
"..No, I don't," he ended up saying, "and I understand the position you're in. It's the same reason my family accepts going to the Gala anyway. Our position isn't exactly secure either. My father is a Death Eater, after all, and he put a side in our family name in a much clearer way than I'd like," he hesitated, for a moment, and looked at Malfoy, before he revealed, "I can only be glad he's locked up, instead of free to shove us further from society. I don't know much of him, but as one of the firsts to join You Know Who, I doubt he'd be pleased with the way things are.. ..I'm not exactly keen to see what he'd do."
He paused then, having revealed more than he had planned, and more than he had to anyone outside his mother about the situation. It was a bit of a relief to let it out, however, and at least it hadn't said much about his position. Although, if his grandmother was right, his strategy would be very different from hers -- if a war was coming up, you don't win by picking a side, you win by surviving. If giving mixed messages is what he'd have to do to walk free, then he'd do it in a moment.
Theo sighed as the subject returned to his fiasco at the party, something he was surprisingly even less eager to talk about rather than war sides. Theo thought of how to answer it, and looked blankly at Malfoy. "..I didn't know you were one for gossip, Malfoy. Zabini and I had a misunderstanding at the party. Are you sure you want to talk about everything that happened there?" he asked, tilting his head a little to the side. He hadn't been the only source of rumours, and he knew it. His mother had mentioned something Malfoy had done during the party, something Theo himself had somewhat witnessed.
Matchmaker, Matchmaker || Pansy, Theo, & Blaise
"Well, I donât want to talk withâŠ" Blaise started to reply to Parkinson, but she was already pushing Nott to him before he could even finish the first sentence. He puffed out, and turned his attention to Nott, much against his own will.
He frowned as Nott said they needed to talk. He didnât see any reason why they should ever speak to each other again, when both of them had such a terrible opinion about the other. â⊠Not here,â Blaise muttered, not wanting everyone in the common room eavesdropping on whatever Nott and Parkinson wanted from him. He looked at the girl again, already ignoring Nott again. âWhat is this about, Parkinson?â
Pansy had crossed her arms, shooting Blaise a glare when he was less than responsive to the prospect of speaking to Theo. âThis is about you being a git,â she snapped at him in a low voice. There were few people in the common room, but with Slytherins it was impossible to tell whether or not they were in danger of eavesdropping.
"But, fine. We can go somewhere else. Iâm sure thereâs an empty classroom around here somewhere.â Pansy stood back, allowing Blaise and Nott to pass by first - she wasnât about to give Zabini a chance to skip out by having her back turned.
Theo nodded, and turned around, walking towards the passage to the dungeons. He didn't check if the others would follow him, because either way, he could live with it. Either he did end up talking to Zabini, or he'd get a moment for himself, something he hadn't managed to get ever since his fight with Zabini in the first place.
Theo glanced at the others over his shoulder as he reached the entrance to the common room, and opened it, stepping outside. It was colder outside, and now Theo wondered why hadn't anyone suggested their dorms as a meeting place, instead of a cold classroom.
On the Train Again || Draco & Theodore
Draco definitely squirmed under Theodore Nottâs censuring words; he really had been foolish, to think that a debacle of that sort could be brushed aside so blithely, but reallyâit was Sirius Black and James Potter, surely everyone knew that the two of them were impossible to manage! Dracoâs cousin caused a scene every year, often with Mr. Potter involved; that theyâd acted up again was really no surprise, so there was no need to make such a fuss about it.
"I never said it was dull," Draco said stiffly. He fussed with his hair, trying to will the blush of shame in his cheeks to fade. He just hoped that with the overcast skies, there wasnât enough light in here for Nott to be able to detect the unwelcome pink shading on his cheeks. "Just not worthy of being remembered, although Iâm sure certain petty minds would like nothing better than to rehash the minutia of the event, however tedious a topic it may be." He sniffed, pulling on dignity like an old cloak, and raised his chin haughtily. "Personally, I think one should be above such conversational pandering. After all, attention is just what the pranksters want, and I would just as soon not reward their bad behaviorâneither Potter, nor his father and my cousin. Their manners are all wholly reprehensible and believe me, if we could avoid inviting them, we would, but thereâs really no respectable way around it."
Even if Marigold hadnât been one of Dracoâs closest friends, the Potters would have earned an invite on their own merit; they were too prominent a family to publicly snub. And Cousin SiriusâŠwell, the Malfoys had reconciled with the formerly cast-off branches of their family tree, and now they had to put up having them around. Not much of a hardship in the case of Aunt Andromeda, despite her Muggle-born husbandâand Cousin Tonks was one of Dracoâs favorite peopleâbut Cousin Sirius and his daughterâŠwell, they were a more difficult branch to deal with, and Draco was absolutely certain that they liked it that way.
"But come," Draco said, waving a hand dismissively, trying to hide the way the barb about his familyâs merits as hosts had wounded him, "since we are neither of us dull nor petty, nor prone to rewarding those who do not deserve it, let us change the subject to something more interesting. Why donât you offer some diversion with your tale? After all, in the spirit of being a good host, I should very much like to discover how your evening was, in hopes of remedying anything unpleasant." He smiled hopefully, thinking that a bit of flattery and stilted manners might make Nott feel a little more talkative.
Theo hesitated for a moment, as he saw how uncomfortable he was making Malfoy, but actually caring about it would require for Theo to tune in a bit with his emotions, and that would only end up making him think about what went wrong on his side of the party. Besides, he had to keep his distance. Even if it was a pity that it must happen.
"Respectable isn't exactly what I'd call what they did -- what they do every year. It doesn't prove you're more dignified, or civilized, Malfoy, it shows you're weak enough to not control your own environment." Theo knew he was being harsh, but to be honest, it was the truth, and Malfoy needed to hear it from somewhere. It was an advice, even if wrapped in a critic. "Respectable would be to supply a guarantee of safety for your guests. And I certainly didn't feel like I was when people started breathing fire like they were dragons. That without mention the mess that happened afterwards with Black and that Weasley. You're letting them control you, Malfoy, and that should be taken care of."
Theo sighed, and decided to follow Malfoy's lead, if only for the fact he hadn't been kind in his comments so far. He wasn't very keen on talking about it with Malfoy of all people, but really, what could he do? Most people hated him anyway. "I doubt you can..remedy anything about it, Malfoy. You're not exactly on Zabini's good graces. And nor am I."
On the Train Again || Draco & Theodore
Draco winced, and felt heat rise in his cheeks. âErâyes,â he said, looking out the window to avoid Theodoreâs eyes. He had been hoping to dodge the subject of the precise nature of the disarray that had spoiled the end of the gala, but he should have known better; had he been in Theodoreâs shoes, he certainly wouldnât have neglected the opportunity to score a few points off of the otherâs shame.
"I was asking about your conversation with Zabini, not theâahâthe unpleasantness that took place at the end of the evening.â He forced a smile and fought the urge to squirm with his discomfort, trying to act like he was undismayed by the reference. âFrankly,â Draco said, with actual sincerity, âIâd just as soon forget that the rest of the night even happened.â
He knew there was little chance of that, of course; the Malfoys had lived down several things in their time, but the spectacle that Sirius Black and James Potter had made of their gala was going to take quite a bit of time, and no doubt several generous donations of gold to prominent causes. (Sometimes Draco really wished that they had never allowed his Cousin Sirius to re-enter the family.) He had been naive to think that it wouldnât be a topic of gossip at school; there had been far too many Hogwarts students as witness, and even more of their parents, for the story to not make the rounds.
Draco reckoned that by the time he got off the train at Hogsmeade Station, three-quarters of the school would know the whole story. He sighed heavily, and propped his chin in his hand. âAnd as for that scene with the fireâŠwell, I think itâs a fair assumption to put the blame for that annoying incident on Potterâs shoulders. It seems just his style, donât you think?â
If Theo hadn't been so keen on having some time for himself, he probably would have tried to go a bit easier on Malfoy. But it had been his party that set him off, and it was his company that was stopping Theo from thinking of what to do. He didn't exactly take delight in Malfoy's embarrassment, but he certainly didn't mind it either.
Theo raised an eyebrow, looking at him, "You'd rather forget everything that happened apart from my.. misunderstanding with Zabini? I was under the impression your night hadn't been that dull, Malfoy," he said calmly, fixing his robes a little. You could call it trying to act obtuse, or postponing the actual conversation, but Theo wasn't really concerned. He had to be distant, anyway. And he had years of practice.
He dismissed Malfoy's excuse with a small sigh, trying not to roll his eyes. "Yes, it is obvious that'd be the sort of work Potter would put in action, but shouldn't have you anticipated it, having into account that you do invite him every year, and something always happens? You'd think after all this time, you'd either prevent it or stopped allowing him to participate," he said, looking a little down on Malfoy. "One would think you were better hosts than that."
Matchmaker, Matchmaker || Pansy, Theo, & Blaise
Pansy was fully aware that reconciling her two friends was not going to be easy in the slightest. Blaise had been silent and mopey since their return, and Theodore was still reluctantâŠbe he had agreed. And she could bully Zabini into talking if she needed to.
So as Blaise approached, Pansy inched back to Theo, mostly to ensure he didnât decide to run. Her grin had stopped being so obnoxiously bright, reduced to a small smile that didnât quite match the eye roll she gave Zabini. âYou need to stop being so moody. Besides, Theodore wants to talk to you.â At this she stepped back, nudging Nott forward.
Pansy assumed some privacy would have been nice for the two. For now, though, sheâd still stay close by, just in case she needed to get in the middle.
Theo sighed as Zabini so obviously ignored him, even if he didn't really mind staying back in this conversation for as long as he could. He couldn't exactly say he was looking forward to talk, because he wasn't.
He glanced at Pansy as she moved to stand besides him, a bit surrpised and how she was rushing the whole thing, and he stumbled a few steps forward, closer to Zabini, when she pushed him forward.Â
He looked at Zabini as she moved back, and he hesitated, glancing down and trying to ignore her presence. He thought of what to say, and looked at Zabini. "..I think we should talk about what happened," he ended up saying, feeling a bit awkward.
Matchmaker, Matchmaker || Pansy, Theo, & Blaise
Pansy rolled her eyes at Theo. âYes, well, thatâs Zabini for you. Completely stubborn. Youâre the one who fancies him.â But he had agreed to talk to him. Clapping her hands together, she stood and grinned. âLetâs go then!â Without waiting for a response, she grabbed Nott by the wrist and took off.
âWhere could he be, where could he beâŠ' she wondered to herself, having let go of her friend and allowing him to follow. She said nothing further, but was practically skipping as they hunted for Blaise Zabini.
"Blaise!" she called to him, attempting to wipe the smile off her face as she waved him over. She allowed herself a glance back at Theo, just to make sure he hadnât bailed.
Theo stumbled a bit after Pansy as she dragged him around, and was glad to be released, to spare himself that humiliation. He would have enough of that already, with having to apologize to Zabini yet again. He went after the other Slytherin, who was far too cheery about the whole deal. Theo was starting to have the feeling than rather to think Zabini might return his embarrassing feelings, she just wanted him to return them, too. Which either meant she'd try to make Zabini like him back, or believe it to be useless.
He couldn't deny he was a bit disappointed when she found him, not really read to continue their argument, even if he had the entire holidays to think of what to say. One look at Zabini left his mouth dry, and once again he wished he hadn't even seen Zabini at all at the party.
So, Theodore
Of course you havenât. Itâs a good thing, Iâm here, really.
We should go find him. You donât have to tell him now, but you two at least need to talk.
..You're right, we should. Unfortunately, I have to apologize to him. Again.
