Who: Greg & Theo What: Gifts for Greg, or, Theo is pissed off Where: Greg's place When: Friday 8th May Rating: R - language, possible mentions of bad things
Theo was a clever kid, enough that fate might have sent him on a wholly different but very short path by Sorting him into Ravenclaw on his first day at Hogwarts, but he could be very obtuse at times too. He was so sure of the world around him as a dangerous and harmful place that he found it hard to believe in the positive - thus his suspicion and wounded feelings at the card he received from the Fortune Teller, trying to convince him of a truth he didn't believe possible - and could only navigate the world by mapping other people's experiences against his own. Of course he feared the worst when Greg spoke to him of a stranger giving him compliments, possibly making advances, making Greg uncomfortable in a way that could only translate as a threat in the world in Theo's head, where every dog was a wolf and every corner held shadows; there was a reason that he'd managed to ask Greg if he was okay no less than three times in one journal reply.
He punished himself for not hanging around as well, for not having been there to save Greg from hearing that and being sent into the confusion he was in, the knowledge that nothing bad had happened little relief when something terrible could have happened and he still wouldn't have been there to help, to protect his friend. He was put further on edge knowing it was someone who saw them all as Death Eaters in training, unable to think of a reason why someone like that would want to come to Greg's party if not to cause trouble. Being told that he'd only turned up to police Greg though... Theo had seen red in a way that he rarely did and the air around him had crackled with latent destructive magic wanting to be freed. The nerve, attending something that had already not been the party that Greg had wanted, something as simple as a birthday party that anyone else could have, only to make sure Greg wasn't doing anything untoward, like their House or their blood or whatever this mystery guy's problem with all of them was meant that Greg was some kind of monster and not just a young man as much a product of his background and family as anyone else.
Theo had managed to calm himself down enough to not put anyone's back up, although he was still prone to bouts of seething, and had gotten one of his former eerily silent and unnamed House Elves looking all neat and presentable for Greg's present. He'd apparated onto the grounds with the usual snapped scream that was his apparition noise and had knocked on Greg's door, House Elf in tow, shifting his weight from foot to foot a little as though the movement would burn out some of the still present angry energy that was making his heart leap around in his chest like a salmon on a line.