Theo crossed the hall that evening, the bare space of wall across from the tapestry of trolls learning ballet felt ominous, if this didn't work he would not be able to complete the transition this Thursday. His friends would all fly off into the sunset without him while he frantically searched his insides for another fucking heart. He leant up against the wall, one shoe rested on the stone behind him, knee bent with his hands in his pockets, gripping his wand in one and the small silver cigar case in the other.