"No problem," Theodore smiled a bit, leaning against the chair a bit more, eyes closed for a moment and just thinking. So much had happened in Lockewood and even more was happening here. He wasn't used to feeling this much.
"I'm not a good bloke. I'm bloody well lying to Albus every time I speak to him. He doesn't know how fucked up I am. He can't know. I think only the Weasley twins know, because it's probably in their bag of tricks they inherited from Skeeter. They know all our secrets and they could turn it against us. If they know my worst secrets then I'm sure they won't bring anyone I want here, doesn't matter how much I play nice."
Theodore picked up the empty bottle and threw it hard against the wall, it smashed upon impact. That made him feel a little better, but not much.