Draco nodded and drank the remains of his drink, setting the glass back down on the side table as he contemplated the answer he would give to Theodore’s question. Would he speak frankly or would he withhold slightly, knowing what he knew of Theodore’s involvement in the Death Eaters. Certain information about Draco could either be received very well or very poorly and Draco wasn’t certain in that moment whether he wished to take such risk. He swallowed and looked up at Theodore, letting his eyes soften slightly as he looked at his old friend. He momentarily flashed to happier days as young boys, gallivanting about and playing as young boys are prone and want to do. Switching back into the now, Draco nodded and leaned back in his chair.
“I’m fair.” He started frankly – deciding that he too would be upfront with his friend. I mean, really, what more did Draco have to lose? If they wanted him or his family dead, they’d already be dead. It wasn’t as if the Ministry, or anyone for that matter, were attempting to protect them – it really was that simple.
“I’ve spent a great deal of time alone,” He began again, shifting slightly to adjust, “too much time alone and I’ll admit it’s been quite nice rekindling with Pansy.” A smile pulled at his lips as her name passed them. “And well,” He hesitated slightly, “I struggle with the violence that seems to be on the upswing.” It was an admission that he would have never made two years ago, but today, well today was an entirely different time. “I don’t think it’s the right direction.” He concluded with a more serious look upon his face.