Hermione pulled her hands into her lap under the table so he couldn’t see the way she tugged at her fingers. The shop was full to the brim with such restless magic, she’d been drawn to the stairs, to him, she now realized. Because Theo Nott’s Magic was neither heavy as molasses or thin as water, but more like what she imagined the ocean to feel like. Salty, impossibly blue, and unfathomably deep beneath the surface. 