"It is your name." Zacharias nodded his head in agreement. eyes flickering upwards as Theodore suddenly riled up in anger, pitching the toy across the small room, and climbing to his feet to pace.
He stood as well - and he was a good bit taller than Theodore was. Such a tiny thing the Slytherin boy was. He stood there as Theo paced, back and force, until a wash of calm seemed to crash over him again.
"He fell, that's all," he murmured. "But you saved him. You have him now and he's okay. See?" He touched the neck of the stuffed toy (plush had definitely been a good choice over anything more solid) and slid his fingers along the softness. "He's okay."