Theodore brushed a hand through his hair. He wasn't particularly impressed with collecting dirt and dust in some bloody cave for the better part of the day, but when you're the youngest member of the division you take the assignments given to you. It doesn't matter if you think you're time is being wasted on the smaller jobs, nor does it matter if you know that you're a good couple steps ahead of your division leader. What mattered was how much revenue you were generating. He was going to have to make things a little more interesting if he wanted to knock that idiot down a few notches.
As it was, plots of financial domination were going to have to wait. At the current moment, he was more worried about getting rid of the thin layer of dust he could still feel on his skin. In a rare fit of annoyance, he pushed up the sleeves of his shirt as he descended the steps that led to Gringotts.
He fully intended to head directly home, but was waylaid when he spotted a familiar figure making his way through the busy street. Blaise wasn't one he normally saw walking the streets of Diagon Alley. There were only two reasons any of them were in Diagon Alley: access to Gringotts or access to Knockturn. His suspicion was immediately peaked, but he didn't put much thought into it. He was always suspicious.
"We have something Italy doesn't?" he asked, falling into step beside his much taller housemate.