He was still studying her, and she should have felt nervous, but his gaze wasn’t malicious, it was soft, and he felt inviting. She knew Theo was brilliant, they were neck and neck every year at Hogwarts, him spending almost as much time in the library as she did. He was quiet, he never bullied her, never had a mean word to say about anything or anyone. She knew his father was a Death Eater, but that was his father.