Theo avoided almost everyone, took the condolences with a nod and a thank you, making sure never to linger long. He hated every moment of this day, of this time and he could not wait for it to be over - the faster the better.
Yet when he spotted Dolohov over the crowd, something inside him poked for attention. Something that could distract him. Distractions were good, he decided, and Dolohov was business. Business was a suitable distraction.
Besides, the man had put a price on Lisa Lestrange's head. That was always worth a conversation.
Excusing himself from yet another person (he didn't even care to see who it was), Theo made his way over to Dolohov with long strides. No one tried to stop him to talk, for which he was grateful, and soon he was there.
'Dolohov, thank you for coming,' he said, knowing it was the polite thing to say.