He basically just sat there, staring at a point on the door handle where the light glinted off the silver and reflected back at him. He couldn't understand what brought on Draco's sudden ambition to work avidly against his father, and all the death eaters for that matter. Theodore also couldn't understand how he convinced the other Spawn to join this little organization that Draco was suggesting, especially Riley Macnair, being a Ravenclaw who is not easily coaxed into rule breaking or fighting against evil overlords. Of course, that is assuming Draco even told them what was actually going to happen in the room of requirement tomorrow night, or if he had told them at all yet.
Theodore's mind wandered for the next little while with ideas and explanations, but each was less likely then the one before it. He eventually realized that he had to eventually go downstairs to retrieve the book he had been reading earlier. Finally abandoning his thought, Theodore got up off his bed and strode across the room; taking hold of the silver door knob and pulling the door open. He wandered down the stairs towards the common room and just happened to pass by the "popular" group of Slytherin's on the way. Draco, Crabbe, Goyle and Blaise were walking up the stairs, Blaise was chatting animatedly about something irrelevant, while Crabbe and Goyle laughed and Draco looked smug. Not caring what Blaise had to say, Theodore moved to one side and passed by them, letting them go to bed without interruption from the common room loner. They didn't say anything to him, but Draco and Theodore made eye contact for a brief moment, and the expression in Draco's face reflected their conversation.
Theodore entered the empty common room wondering what time it could be. Obviously Draco and his cronies were the last ones down here, because there was a right little mess around the fire consisting of a few burnt papers and several empty butter beer bottles. Theodore rolled his eyes and began to search the sofa he was sitting on and the surrounding area for his book. He was beginning to get a bit worried when he couldn't find the leather bound novel on or under the couch, and began to search the surrounding area, his eyes scanning over every inch of space his book might be laying.
There was a small giggle from behind him and he spun his heard around to look, being rather difficult, since he was on his hands and knee's looking under a small table. It was Erin Rosier, fellow Slytherin, fellow spawn of Death Eaters. Theodore got up off the floor and stood straight up, so he could see her better. The girl was curled up in one of the armchairs, with his book in her lap. She was flipping through the pages, not looking at him.
"This looks like an interesting book." She said, switching the gaze of her intense hazel eyes from the page of the book towards Theodore. He looked down at her, his head tilted curiously to one side, evaluating her carefully.
Erin Rosier, in Theodore's opinion, was a fairly pretty girl, with a shocking smile that hit you when you least expected it. Her brown hair cascaded over her shoulders in a would-be messy sort of way, but that's the way she nearly always wore it. Theodore had found himself staring at her hair absently in the great hall, instead of focusing on his dinner. It seemed to shimmer and the sunlight seemed to pick out the flecks of gold and red that ran through it. She had thin, pale skin that stretched over blue veins that were plainly visible in her bare arm that was wrapped around Theodore's book. She was a small girl compared to him, and was only tall enough to reach Theodore's chest, but she had a passion in her that could make him feel like he was 3 inches tall.
"I know," Theodore said, offhandedly, wanting very badly to snatch the book out of her hands and run upstairs to his dorm. Although, he wasn't too keen on going up there just yet with Draco and his cronies just settling into bed after a night of trouble-making. Blaise seemed to like testing Theodore's patience.
Erin closed the book with a small thud and admired the cover, which was very badly worn, although the gold, engraved calligraphy was still almost visible. She ran a few slender fingers over the rough leather, smiling absently to herself, then, her eyes snapped back on Theodore as though he had just walked into the room.
"How are you Theo?" She asked casually, still holding the book in her lap. Her fingers were tracing the indents in the cover absently as she stared at him.
"I'm well." He lied, his mind still lingering on his conversation with Draco and once again, the dull pain on his right forearm.
"What do you take me for?" She asked, shaking her head, and not breaking eye contact, "A fool?"
"Of course not," Theodore replied, raising only one eyebrow towards the girl, who was surveying him with interest, much like he looked at her discreetly in the great hall, or Defense Against The Dark Arts class.
"Then tell me the truth." She said, with a triumphant sort of grin, she wasn't smiling yet, not that brilliant, truly happy, sort of smile she had.
"Did you talk to Draco?" Theodore asked, trying desperately to change the subject. Theodore was no usually like this, but a mixture of fatigue and fear was making him slightly vulnerable to her eyes, which were penetrating his mind slowly, and if they were drills, it would be rather painful.
"Yes," She answered, nodding. Her hair shook slightly as she moved her head, and fell into her eyes. She shook it away with another toss of her head, and every strand on her head shifted into a different light. "What do you think of it?" She asked, her look demanding honesty.
"It's a bit sudden actually," Theodore said, trying to be as truthful as possible, which was rather hard because he wasn't exactly how he felt about the whole situation. "But a good idea…" he added, trailing off.
"I agree," She said, the corners of her mouth curling, ever so slightly, upward. "I'm not sure how Draco did it," She continued, "But he came up with a brilliant idea."
Theodore nodded, deciding finally to sit down on the couch next to Erin. He leant forward so he could still see her straight, the book, which was still resting in her lap, had completely fallen out of his mind.
"Draco can be rather smart when he wants to be," Theodore commented, "but usually he's just a prick."
Right then, Erin smiled, and giggled just a little bit. Theodore felt a sense of happiness flush over him, just for being able to bring this simple, yet brilliant smile to the face of the girl. He couldn't help but smile himself, if only just for an instant.
"Very true," Erin agreed, the smile not fading completely off her face just yet, "too bad he isn't smarter more often, maybe then he'd be able to beat Gryffindor at Quidditch."
Theodore smirked; he knew very well that being defeated by Potter was the one thing Draco Malfoy could not stand, and poking fun of that fact while Draco was not around brought a certain guilty happiness to Theodore. Although the two had their differences, such as opinions on how to treat a woman, Theodore still considered Draco a friend, but the boy was a huge prick, and there was no getting around that.
"That's a pity," Theodore agreed wholeheartedly.
The clock hanging over the fireplace began to toll midnight before Erin could come up with another brilliant insult about Draco.
"Well, I'd better be off then," She said smartly, sitting up readily in her seat. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow night." Then, she stood up, the ends of her cloak falling off the chair and swirling elegantly around her ankles. Carefully, she held the book out to Theodore, who accepted it graciously.
"Good night Erin." He said, nodding at her; as she spun around, and took off up to the girls dormitories.
He stood there motionless for a moment before the clock struck the quarter hour and snapped him out of his thoughts, staring off at the place where Erin had disappeared. He headed off to bed then, finding that the rest of his dormitory had fallen asleep, as he had expected. He changed quickly, after feeling the initial shock of exposing his bare skin to the cool air around him, and crawled into bed, falling asleep almost instantly.