He seemed to be the only Slytherin here, which he didn't like one bit. Potter still hadn't come over to talk to him, even though he would look longingly over at him every so often. Theo waited in the doorway of the dining room, watching the house elves place the roast beef dinners around the table.

His nerves were getting the better of him and he started to think that maybe he should have followed Draco's lead. Maybe he should have just gone to spend the time with him and not have come here, putting himself through this unbearable torture.