Theodore smiled and gave Tracey's hand a little squeeze as she introduced herself to his mother, who gave them both a benign smile. He nodded to her before moving further through the hallway, ignoring most of his relatives, though he heard a few murmurs as they passed. Probably wondering about Tracey's blood status and family lineage, he thought wryly; he wasn't sure if they would approve. He was fairly sure he didn't care if they didn't.
"I take after her a lot," he said with an amused smile, glancing at her as he led the way up the stairs. "Not just in looks. She'd have really liked you, I think." What his father would have thought, he probably would never know. He pointed down one hallway and explained that it was where his parents' bedroom was, the master bedroom. "I suppose it would be mine now," he said, thoughtful, but moved towards his old room instead.
His room was fairly large, with a wide window that looked out over the garden on one wall, an enormous dark wood bookshelf on another, still crammed with books. His bed rested against the third wall, and a bureau and a few paintings on the wall with the door through which they'd entered. In the closet beside the bookshelf was stored all of his childhood belongings, which he'd moved there over time. Even though he had been here up until graduating from school, it looked rather like an adult's room, all dark wood and dark greens and blues; it might have been somber if not for the sun coming in through the window.
He smiled to see it, and moved to sit on the edge of his bed, touching the comforter. "I haven't stayed in here for years."