The next few hours were a blur of bright green flames, Narcissa’s warm welcome and the bedroom he had taken as his own at the Manor. He felt jaded and exhausted but riled up at the same time. His memories from the evening flashed before his mind's eye over and over. After Luna spilled the potion Hermione cleaned it up quickly, covering up the shock on Theo's face with a well placed lie. Theo had yanked Draco from his seat and rushed them out the room to catch the floo. Draco had not noticed the anxious, wide eyes Theo couldn't seem to remove from his stare - but Narcissa had. When they arrived in the parlour Draco had sauntered off to bed with a wave of his hand over his head. Narcissa only had to glance at Theo to know something was wrong. But he had not made any sense of his thoughts by that point and brushed her off casually he promised to discuss it with her at some point throughout their break. When he woke the next morning it was Christmas eve. The manor was warmed by several roaring fireplaces and each room had its own individual Christmas tree, each one meticulously decorated by Narcissa’s paid help. The smell of pine left a potent fragrance clinging to his hair and clothes, the candles that burned along the long open corridors had the scent of baking gingerbread mixing with the pine. Theo felt sick. His senses were overloaded, everything coalesced at once, his head and his heart battled for his attention while the smells infiltrated all his thoughts, suffocating them into wisps of vapour.