Theodore felt himself surprisingly lucid, surprisingly at ease with the Ravenclaw. That someone - other than Draco, who he'd known since he was six - would take the time to simply talk to him without judging, get to know him, well, it was awfully touching. "What do you want to do when you leave school?" Theodore found himself asking. The day itself was warmer than he'd thought, though the chill still cut through his clothes. He always dressed warm, since he was quick to feel chilled, so it really wasn't too bad.