Theo had felt great about volunteering for the fog-busting mission. It was a chance for glory, to show people he was a good auror, and also to save people from the nightmare that was the fog he supposed. He'd brought with him a pocketknife which he thought was very resourceful of him. His confidence died an abrupt and violent death, however, when he found out he had been placed in a group with his superior. Now he felt like he was under observation, that Umbridge would be evaluating his every move and deciding whether he deserved to be an auror.
"I agree with Mr. Umbridge," he announced staunchly once they were all gathered in Swallowbury. He was too antsy to know what his own logic would have suggested at that moment, all that mattered now was seeming confident and good at his job. That said, he had had his wand drawn since he'd gotten off the train, albeit out of habit rather than genuine stupidity.
"I agree with Mr. Umbridge," he announced staunchly once they were all gathered in Swallowbury. He was too antsy to know what his own logic would have suggested at that moment, all that mattered now was seeming confident and good at his job. That said, he had had his wand drawn since he'd gotten off the train, albeit out of habit rather than genuine stupidity.
