Theodore stopped in mid-chew when the other girl in their midst turned around, giving him an icy stare and a greeting that was even colder. Brown crumbs still clinging to his lips, Theodore jumped, nearly choking on what was left of the muffin in his mouth, as Braeden let out a lion's roar that seemed to echo around the great hall. Emma, meanwhile, looked like a girl deciding whether or not she wanted to hit the nearest punching bag or... who knew what went through the mind of a Malfoy. In this sudden surge of fear, the Ravenclaw hadn't even noticed that half of his muffin had dropped from his shaking hand and lay abandoned on the stone floor, crying lonely tears of crumbs.

He had made a boo-boo, evidently.

Everything came rushing back to him as he looked at the brunette girl, a slightly inquisitive look on his face. Had he... screwed up? Evidently. All of this was too much to take in within a span of forty-eight hours. He wanted to hide under his covers in his bed, for the moment.

Hurriedly licking the crumbs from his lips and brushing a few from his shirtfront, he answered the girl with as much bravery as he could muster. She looked like she wanted to rip his head off. If she ripped his scalp off, that was all well: at least his curls would probably grow back in place of the bloody irritating, yet still handsome, Brae hair. "Hi," He squeaked, clearing his throat and attempting to speak up through the fear that coursed through his veins. "Nice to... officially meet you, Charlie."

His gaze swiveled over Braeden, who didn't look murderous but looked... hurt? D': It pained Theo to see his friend like that, and his heart felt like it had dropped into his stomach. What hath Merlin wrought?! "I... I..." That was the last straw. His face crumpling, Theo began in a distraught tone. "I didn't know, I'm sorry, I didn't even know these two," A hand fluttered in the direction of the two girls that were practically strangers to him, "...I said the only thing that I could to get me out of the situation, so I thought of mentioning Emma. That was it." He looked like a wee, pompadoured bunny who was about to well up with tears.