"We should find out for certain which it is," Theodore said. "Do you think you can manage an owl back to ask?" He didn't want to ask too much of her, but at the same time, he thought it might be good for her to be a part of the plan to help the girl. He didn't want to take it completely out of her hands.
He was quiet for a moment, stroking her hair, resting his head against hers. "Is it because of me?" he guessed, voice quiet with a hint of wryness. He had guessed as much, since his name was in the very first line of her mother's letter. Theodore knew that he was a prime candidate for a good pureblood marriage, but it bothered him that he might be the only reason why Tracey's parents were willing to speak to her again. "I'm sorry."