In one startlingly fluid motion - without anything prompting it - Lestrange was down from the rafters. Theo wasn’t sure why this disconcerted him so.
Maybe because he had brought the conversation down with him; maybe because now that Theo knew it was something that couldn’t be ignored. Was that a thing? That honesty was easier at a distance?
“Well,” Theodore said, with an unwilling degree of hesitance - the last thing he’d expected to find himself saying, when he’d come looking for the seeker - “let me know if there’s something I can do.” Something, anything - he almost had to scoff at what he’d just offered. As if there would be anything Theo could do to fix things for Lestrange, when he couldn’t even help himself.
But maybe something would change, eventually. Something had to.
Maybe because he had brought the conversation down with him; maybe because now that Theo knew it was something that couldn’t be ignored. Was that a thing? That honesty was easier at a distance?
“Well,” Theodore said, with an unwilling degree of hesitance - the last thing he’d expected to find himself saying, when he’d come looking for the seeker - “let me know if there’s something I can do.” Something, anything - he almost had to scoff at what he’d just offered. As if there would be anything Theo could do to fix things for Lestrange, when he couldn’t even help himself.
But maybe something would change, eventually. Something had to.
