“At living as a Muggle?” Justin asked, seeking clarification as his brow furrowed a bit. Imagining Theo without magic was a bit like imagining a duck without feathrs- it was doable, but uncomfortable to picture. He watched as the other boy moved to take a seat, leaving Justin still standing as he considered his question. “I think that you would be fine enough at it. It’s not all bad, especially when you don’t know any different. Going back now is harder.” He explained.
Only once the heat had begun to fade from his cheeks did Justin move to take a seat as well, not really embodying the idea of personal space as he plopped down next to Theo, pressed close to him from ankle to hip. “You’re not a prat, there’s no doubt in my mind that you look amazing in them.” Justin said with complete honesty. There was little that Theo could do in his mind that would make him look anything less than amazing. “Uh, yeah,” He added, a bit sheepishly as his rather colorful tastes were addressed. “I have a maroon, a plum, an emerald…” Justin explained.
At the mention of collecting muggle papers, Justin shook his head. “You can definitely pass on doing that.” He told the Slytherin, feigning firmness with his words. He knew that any picture of him in a Muggle newspaper would be plastered with headlines about his father’s campaign and Justin’s apparent future in Muggle politics. “But I will definitely be looking for you in the Prophet.” He added, teasing gently though he knew that there was one headline Theo was under. He had gotten the Prophet all summer to stay in the loop about the Wizarding World.
Somehow, even with the small compartment train seats, Justin wasn’t close enough. Theo, as casually as he could, placed his arm behind Justin. He admired the shorter boy’s hair from afar and much more obviously from close proximity. “Really?” Theo asked, running his hand through the infamous locks. “I’ve never cooked. I’ll starve. Could I bring Dandy with me? How would I use the...the trains underground?” He struggled to remember the name of many of the muggle things Justin had told except the microwave.
“I’m a bit of a prat. Everyone is. Well, maybe not you.” In Theo’s opinion, Justin was a source of warmth and kindness. He would probably think so even if Justin did start acting like a prat. His biased couldn’t seem to be turned off. “Did you bring them with you? I want to see you in emerald.” Seeing the current object of his affections in his own house color was too much of an intriguing thought. There had to be at least one ball would give Justin an excuse to dress up.
“So I’ll never get to see you in all your glory?” Theo pouted, exaggerating how upset the thought truly made him. “I’m not going to be able to go on without more details. Is that what you want?” He sighed, leaning his head onto Justin’s shoulder. It was easier to talk when he could avoid Justin’s eyes and amuse himself with the other’s long hair. “Have you been reading the prophet?”