To plan revenge is to make art. First you need an idea. A driving force. Boredom. Creative spark. Avengement.
It seems with these boys it is all about their fathers. Draco's drove the pair of you apart, and Theodore's set the pace to the madness.
Then you need a general outline. Lines, sketches, drafts. Me, you, Draco, some less important people: Goyle, Pucey, Theo himself. You look at your outlines and you think: Is this enough? Do I need more? Theo looked his outlines and decided, yes. This is enough.
Then the splashes of colour, the splashes of poison for added effect. He almost murdered Blaise Zabini for false information. Barely into the summer holidays, and he's sent in the wrong direction. Imagine Theo's surprise when he arrives in America expecting to find Draco Malfoy and instead finding himself surrounded by Aurors. Imagine his anger when he got arrested for torturing Blaise Zabini. Sitting in his prison cell, that's when he realised Draco was too hard to get. And so it came to him, a great shimmering pulse of brilliance. Theo poisoned Draco's father in return for Draco landing his own in Azkaban.
