Theodore looked rather horrid, Zacharias thought as he silently assessed him. The other had never been overly large - always short, always slender - but now he seemed downright scrawny. All skin and bones. Were they really not feeding him here? Or really just allowing him not to eat? Either way, it was a disgrace.
"No, not Theodore. You're Theodore," he said. "I'm Zacharias." His voice was surprisingly gentle. Not a voice that too many people heard - his Puff Yearmates had heard it on occasion. And now Theodore. But Theodore was a friend, and a friend in a very bad way. Not one he could mock or make fun of. That would be like kicking a puppy, and Zacharias was not that sort of cruel.
"We were in school together. You were in Slytherin, I was in Hufflepuff. Remember?" He was going to guess 'no' on that, but he said it anyway. As he walked further into the room.
Crossing over to Theodore, Zacharias dropped into a crouch so that he was on the same level of him, and tilted his head. Blue eyes slid over the other's face, and he frowned as he saw the bruise that bloomed so dark against his pale skin. Reaching out, he drew gentle fingertips along the dark stain. "What happened?" he asked him as he let his hand drop away.
And then he smiled, a little bit. "I didn't come about any noises. I came to see you."