"Darling, as flattered as I am, you’re not exactly my type." Theo’s eyes had been soft but his words had sliced through her already broken heart. Tears had begun to well in her eyes again, mostly from shame for her rash actions but also from embarrassment. Her mind whirled with thoughts of rejection. Not only did Ron not want her but now Theo didn’t either. She had been sandwiched between him and the window, and couldn't even make a hasty escape. 