She ran her fingers through the long strands of his hair and pushed her hands into his neck, her nails scraped gently across his skin. The feeling of her fingers against his head almost had him falling asleep but he knew, he didn't want to miss this. So instead he began occluding, he filed every detail of her hands, every stroke of her fingers into a large wooden chest which lay open inside his mind. She was right, he had never been this relaxed in his life. He left Luna's chest open and wandered off to the back of his mind where he allowed himself to fall into a meditative state. There, pushed against the very back he found several walls made from a thick glass like consistency, each one rippled as he moved towards it. This wasn't a wall he was used to, having Draco and Narcissa show him most of his occlumency techniques, Theo’s walls were made of brick, sturdy and green, each brick painstakingly placed. This wall looked almost like ice, solidified water but impenetrable. He tried to heat it up and nothing happened, tried to freeze it - again, nothing happened. He made a ladder appear and tried to climb it, but the ladder just slid across the floor each time he placed it, the wall stood tall and mocked his attempts.