Re: Draco/Theo
"How long do you have?" He said mildly amused. Draco he knew would take some time to adjust but he had noted as they sat and talked that his outrage was dulling, even if he was still Draco and clearly annoyed. He quirked a brow questioningly as if to say are you serious? "No, Draco. I am not under Imperius."
His kind. Someone's kind. No kind. None of that mattered to him in the slightest. Magic was magic, simple and pure. He doubted very much that Draco was not interested in learning more, but he also knew he'd never admit it. Not at the moment. "Maybe and maybe not. Some could be resistant to particular types of magic," he said musing aloud. "You will know them when you meet or just happen to come across them. I think any wizard worth his merit can sense magic in others when it is so oddly foreign. Or powerful."
Draco so far as Theo cared could smile all he wanted. Potter wasn't here and while he held no particular ill will toward him, and had some measure of respect for what he had accomplished, he wasn't about to spend the rest of his life kissing his arse about it. So better he wasn't here he felt. "What a pity. How will I survive without him? As I always have, I suppose."
While he listened to Draco speak he picked up his glass and took a small sip before placing it back down. "I didn't say it was home. And yes there are some very Muggle things here. Not this bus itself so much. I am not sure what this is. It feels magic in some respects to me. I'm sure you noticed some things," he said thoughtfully. "I'm sure the world will stand still in your absence," he said with a small smirk. "dont be in such a rush to run home."