    "You as well, Theodore," Harry said, letting a tiny bit of warmth seep into his voice. He decided maybe, maybe, it might be worth trying to get to know Theodore at the very least. And he was still thinking about Daphne, about the fear Erus whispered she still smelled of, worse than ever. As much as she had never been good to him or his friends, the thought that there was someone else in a similar situation to him didn't sit right.