Theo jumped on the handle of the broom fluidly, the silver spoon and phial were already in his grasp as he bent low to collect the dew. He only flew a few meters away like Draco had, choosing to stay near his bond while he was feeling so uneasy. Without Luna’s hand in his, he could not see as well as before, the grass was darker, an ocean of black beneath him. Although having her near still tended to help with his senses, it felt like he was looking at everything through a window pane, the scene before him distorted slightly, the sounds muffled. He flew back to where the group waited, Draco stood still now, his arms crossed over his chest as he looked out over the field with occluded eyes - focused.