It was flattering to him to that his skills would of been sought out. Theo knew he had a reputation for being somewhat madcap in his department, but results were results and what a shame it was really that Padma had not been given the same clout as her male peers in her own research successes. Quality was quality. Talent was talent. Assuming it had anything to do with gender, seemed to trivial a thought to even entertain.
The list of desirables gave him pause. He felt that everyone likely was brought to the castle for a specific purpose, he might not have seen it in everyone yet, but it was there. It just may not be evident at present. Of all mentioned Snape was the only one he felt conflicted about. He had purposefully not sought him out. He had been good to those sorted into his house, not to mention a bloody brilliant teacher. He did however more than most deserve his peace and he was reticent to interrupt it with anything. His own curiosity included. Dumbledore on the other hand, he'd love to pick his brain. He'd seen Albus around, quietly passing by and unassumingly taking notice of everything. Or so Theo assumed. He often watched from afar as well, it wasn't hard to notice that in another. Not to mention from what he heard that the man had pulled the greatest long con in wizarding history. A mind like that would be phenomenal to get a peek at. The so called Marauders, he did at least have one question for one of them, but that was satisfying his own nosy nature more than anything else.
He nodded in agreement to the names. "I'd would love to know more about your sister's abilities in truth. They are very interesting to me," he said almost wistfully. What a fun thing to put to the test. He wondered how precise it was, how much was raw fact and the rest intuition. Theo imagined holding a apple in his left hand behind his back, and telling Parvati it was in his right and seeing if she could tell if it was the truth or a lie. It sounded like endless fun. "The Minister is busy playing war games," he said with a roll of his eyes. Harry was the minister not our minister in his mind. He didn't vote for him.
"I take very little personally. I'd have to be somewhat invested to care," he admitted freely. "I've speculated on several key things, firstly the likelihood of some sort of web of connectivity based on the order of arrivals. Which then lead me to think those who vanished had some reason to be cast out. I can compile that for you in a written report as in it's current state it isn't likely easy to follow. It's a little disjointed. I tend to work in bursts as thoughts and ideas come. I have to organize it," he explained. And just in general declutter his room as it was in it's present state a chaotic mess.
"I can say I don't believe it is time magic at play in all things here. In some obvious ways of course. And if you open a window, the breeze gets in. If you open a gateway in time than something detectable will get in. Which is why I've been focusing my efforts there. It is tangible and useful. I suppose you could sell it to Potter as some element of defense. But in truth to me, handling what is happening here in some capacity might give the international world more reason to want to work with us. Why bother with a ragtag bunch of witches and wizards from somewhere that is likely seen as a blight. Not to mention knowing when someone arrives, so preparations can be made is just wise. Who knows who will come and from in the middle of what and when."