Theo was, well, Theo was something else. He had gotten the idea in his head that once Draco had finished his Mastery that they’d open an apothecary together. Theo would be the face of the operation, obviously Draco would brew, they would both pretend that they weren’t either former Death Eaters, or related to ones, and would produce a successful business. Draco let him dream, maybe one day, he privately thought. Life was moving on and mere weeks ago it would have felt overwhelming, it had felt overwhelming, but as he glanced back to Remus encouraging Hermione, it no longer felt so daunting.