Ant and Terry and Michael and Draco (and eventually Theo!)
"And this is Theodore Nott. One of our brilliant minds at the Ministry. I know what you're thinking, Theodore Nott, but we at the Ministry of Magic believe in second chances, don't we, Theo? Why don't you tell us what you've been working on these days at the Department of Mysteries?" One of the Ministry higher-ups had his hands on Theodore's stiff shoulders, showing him off like an especially rare collectible. Theodore shot him a brief, withering look, then turned back to the elderly woman at the receiving end of this sales pitch.
"I'm afraid that's confidential information. Very hush hush in the Department of Mysteries, you understand. But rest assured, we're all working very hard to understand this current phenomenon and assist those that have Reoccurred. I'm sorry, if you'll excuse me." He shrugged himself free, gave the both of them a polite nod, and quickly moved to distance himself from the crowd. Every time he found a way out, some Ministry official would find him and pull him back in. Where the hell had Anthony gone, anyway? Spotting an oversized willow on the outskirts of the grounds, he headed toward it, slipping into the shade so that he was hidden from view.
There, sprawled out on the ground with a spread of comic books like a bunch of bored children, were Anthony, Michael, Terry... and Draco. All lazy smiles and fading laughter. Theodore silently stared for a moment, before removing his sunglasses and tucking them into the pocket of his sweater. "Hello." He managed, uncertainly.