The moment Pansy had seen the things Arion Carrow was writing about Theodore's father, she'd been blinded with a white rage that she had not felt since she'd been living in the Capitol. There were fewer things here that made her angry than there were in the Capitol. Disrespecting Tewdric Nott and subsequently upsetting Theodore were on that list. She'd only had brief words with the man and had found herself surprised at how she'd used the secret she held so close to her to tell him just exactly what she thought of him and his comments.
None of that mattered, though, in light of where Theodore's head was. She had memorized him long before the Games and had understood and known every movement, expression and sound of his when they were in the arena. She understood them now, too. That was perhaps why she was unshaken by Theodore's sudden movements despite the fact that he'd given no inclination that he'd soon be throwing a cup of cocoa against the wall.
Quickly, she stood and calmly moved in front of him, pressing her warm hand solidly against his chest. "Teddy," she said evenly, her concern for him apparent in her voice. He was capable of far more than throwing a cup against the wall, she knew. She knew exactly how far he could go to protect his best friend and she was not even his family.