The party was in full swing when Theodore reached the Manor. He was panting heavily, something that attracted the alarm of many of the party guests. His lungs felt fit to burst. He would have collapsed right there and then, but one thing kept him going. It glowed inside of him like an inexhaustible source of power.
Theo couldn't wait for the Malfoy's expressions when he told them.
He had to hurry though; Draco – or Malfoy Junior as Theo liked to call him in his head – was probably halfway to the Manor by now. Malfoy Junior was much fitter than Theo, much to his chagrin.
Theodore found he wasn't very good at multitasking as he was walking through the Manor, ignoring the many stares pointed at him, all the while trying to catch his breath. This is the problem with having too many Slytherins in one room, he thought. Too much judgement in one room.
Lucius wasn't in the room, but Narcissa was. She rose expectantly, her eyes combing the empty space behind Theo.
"Where's Draco?" she asked quietly. "Couldn't you find him?"
"Oh I found him all right," said Theo mischievously. "And you won't believe what I saw."
