"The rarest," he replied, though it was not a reply, exactly, to her question. This was, rather, a rare moment of affection, of honesty. It had taken an interrogation room and a fear of Azkaban, but Theodore managed to express his appreciation in this single touch. Whether she would understand it wasn't as much the point as he felt it.
"Perhaps you might babysit my violin, as well. Since you'll be in my room." This smile was a wan one. In the span of barely ten minutes, he had been able to name all the possessions that mattered most to him. It was a bit sad, wasn't it? But the truth was that Theodore had spent years waiting for precisely this moment to come, and that made it hard to set down roots.