Greg watched as his bag disappeared, ready to follow Theo to a bath, and he shrugged, "Magical theory is not the most interesting thing. Got any books on the history stuff? That can be a right laugh at times," Greg said, as Theo looked away from him.
"I still think we should get you over to my house. You know, my dad could send the proper invitation and all that if you like," Greg mentioned, a hopeful tone there in his voice, even as he glanced about again at the chilly interior of the Nott house. It was like a seeping cold, but not from the furniture or the temperature. It just seemed so utterly dreary; Greg's house had its own gloom, with peeling wallpaper in some of the more remote rooms but it was a place one could do what one pleased, and that seemed to give life to it. Here, all the life seemed to suck out of a person. And that made Greg feel strangely protective towards Theo, even if no emotions seemed to be returned.