The holiday itself was sedate.  Draco and Theo spent the morning drinking tea in front of the sitting room fireplace and a large tree Mother had put up while they were away.  Theo was still quiet.  Daphne had been working on him, but he hadn’t changed much.  His normally overly aware staring frequently seemed vacant.  He was certainly better without his father around, not unlike how Draco felt, but it wasn’t the same.  Draco doubted any of them would ever be quite the same.