Theo had never been drawn to the garishly beautiful, and so felt strange every time Draco prattled on about certain witches. As though they were objects to lust over. They were still children, he had thought, and shouldn’t notice such things yet, right? But he didn’t have a mother to explain these things to him and decided he wasn’t bothered that he didn’t find anyone attractive. What did it matter, when Cantankerus would one day choose his bride? 