Draco could barely withhold a smile as Theodore replied. It was true, he had given it far more thought than it appeared those running the Death Eaters had; especially if the recent activities were any indication – they merely suggested that the plan was to continue on as they had been for decades – through fear and violence.
“Perhaps.” Draco replied carefully, as he did not want to appear as if he questioned them too much so that Theodore might consider Draco a mutinous type.
Theodore’s next statement caught Draco in an odd way, as if to suggest that his friend had participated in the grotesque events that left people dead. He closed his eyes and took a breath, as if the churning in his stomach were an audible occurrence and then he opened his eyes and looked at his friend.
“Fun,” He repeated cautiously. “I suppose it is a relative term and subject to one’s personal tastes.” There. He’d sort of danced around the topic and moved on quickly to a happier subject and he did so with a solid nod and let a wide smile break his otherwise serious expression.
“Yes. The One.” He grinned. “She’s perfect in every way.”