Theo loved the cool air outside. Heat did nothing for him, but cold was his element, in more ways than one. He had heard of the girl who was poisoned and his mind had immediately turned to Graham, and he was thrilled that he was a part of that. A small part, of course, but a part none the less. They were making a difference, and they were so close... soon it would be theirs. He had patience, and in his eyes, at this point, it was all he would need.

He was leaning in the window, staring out into the cold streets as huddled masses rushed their ways into inns and restaurants. People weren't buying wands on days like these, and it was rare that he got a customer, but he didn't mind keeping the place open. For some reason, the concept of a warm, empty shop seemed peaceful to him... romantically peaceful, really, only him and the comforting embrace of his own, uninterrupted thoughts.

He took another sip of the hot chocolate in his dark mug, and his eyes fell on a hooded figure heading down the alley. He looked closely, long strands of raven hair falling from the confines of the secure hood and he caught a glance at her face... and he smiled. Miss Pansy Parkinson.

He waited for her to get closer before he opened the door to his shop and he said, loud enough for her to hear,

"Someone looks cold. You should be inside with someone taking care of you, not outside freezing your backside off."