Zach didn't like going through people in the Ministry. There were lots of people and lots of happy people. And happy people, Zach just couldn't deal with very much. He also didn't like it when they asked him how he was as if they couldn't already see. It was like they were rubbing it in. But Zach couldn't out-wait them either. If he waited too long, then he could die. There had been the explosion before, and well, there was a new minister, and most people seemed happy, but most people seemed happy before. And not everyone was. And Bellatrix Lestrange had gotten away.
But then he was in Theo's. Theo's and Tracey's. Their place. And it was far better than his flat. His flat reminded him of Colin. Everything reminded him of Colin there. Like the couch. Zach hadn't sat on it since. He wasn't sure if he were going to keep it. "I'm not really hungry," Zach replied, but his stomach disagreed with him and betrayed him by it's growl. He didn't want to eat. Food didn't seem appetizing.