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⠀ [ he refrains from arrantly laughing at his remark, instead he smiles in earnest — ever so softly, russet hues mirroring that brewing partiality whipping about like a tempest within. his head tips towards the door, a exit from the gathering of stuck-up wizards who wouldn’t notice they were missing. theo knew how to be a ghost, to go unnoticed — to be forgotten amongst the sea of people. the cold breeze swept over his face, the winds rippling across the malfoy manor and the only things ruffled being the blades of grass emerging from the earth ] say, what if i were to tell you i stuffed some champagne in the bushes over there?