Pale marble beneath his paws was reassuring in some ways. He was here, closer to Luna than he had been in weeks. Heartbeats clattered by, every second mapped out by the thudding in his chest. The waiting was painful, hiding under the table he had once told Narcissa didn’t match the rest of the house's antique furnishings. Suddenly he was thankful for her scoff of "Don’t be ridiculous Theo, it’s from the 15th century - it doesn't have to match." 