Wherefore Art Thou, Romeo?

"Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo" screamed Theo sarcastically as he sauntered out of the dressing room, dramatically falling to the floor in front of Potter's feet.

"Can't find your Romeo?" Smirked Potter.

"I mean... mines right here, although he's not as appealing from this angle."

Harry kicked Theo's arms lightly as he got up from the ground brushing off the dirt from his earlier theatrics.

"Well. Malfoy, our star of the show, our Romeo is nowhere to be found."

"The first act starts in ten minutes. I won't tell Granger if you won't." Proposed Theo.

"Let's try to find the brooding Slytherin before Hermione rains Hell down on all of us"