Theo didn't sigh or shift or anything that an ordinary teenager working under someone else's manners might, standing still and watching as Draco clearly prepared to ignore him. He wouldn't have minded so much had he felt he had a choice in the matter, but his actions were so not his own that this lack of help just impacted further on his helplessness, making it twist as a bitter pain in the pit of his stomach.
"I brought you a gift." he said, dull with propriety, pulling out a tiny bottle of something and enlargening it to it's correct size with a spell; it was a well-aged Wizarding brand of brandy in an old bottle.