She could fucking kiss Theo Nott for appearing at the right time—he put his arm around her, making sure to increase the distance between her and Weasley, and she took a deep, calming breath. Not that she needed defending—he was just starting to be creepy and she didn’t want to make a drama in the middle of a party. And it worked; Weasley sneered at Theo and backed off, probably going off to hunt for a new victim. She could hear him muttering  fucking Slytherins under his breath.