When his eyes turned to the bookcase, so did hers. His smile said it all, of course.

"I daresay it wouldn't be boring," she replied with an easy smile. It wasn't difficult to forget about what they'd been speaking of earlier, here in this warm room, beyond the reach of the cold autumn air, without Lucius Malfoy looming over her or Draco's dreadfully prideful rants and half-baked plots. However, she knew well that respites were fleeting things, at best.

But Theo wasn't Draco, was he? He wasn't in the beginning stages of a misguided, fanatical frenzy, to save a tarnished surname -- was he? Theo had always been a bit more level-headed than the younger Malfoy, in Pansy's admittedly subjective opinion.

And, well, it would take the kettle a bit to heat up. "Lead the way," she proclaimed grandly.