Theodore sat down, defeated, as his girlfriend had outwitted him once again. He wasn't the type of boy to take offense when a girl did something better than him; rather, he admired dear Alfiana even more for taking such initiative. He still felt like the luckiest boy in the world for having fallen for a girl as intelligent, strong-willed, and as beautiful as she. If not for her, he'd probably still be a lost, Americanized transfer student. With her fingers tugging at his own, he was putty in her hands and would do whatever she wished, even if she had wanted him to sit down on a seat made of snapping lobster claws that wanted to have his pants for dinner.

"Oh, that sounds... great, Emm! Really." Theodore was glad to see that she was doing better and wasn't putting on a show of joviality, or so it seemed. Where on earth was Brae? Or Ruby, even? If they were together off in some solitary compartment, Theodore felt the urge to punch them both. Well, maybe not Ruby because who knew what limb she would tear off and Theo didn't hit girls or anyone, really, even in quidditch, but Braeden for sure. His girlfriend was here, so why was Ruby suddenly the center of his attention? For once, Theodore felt like he had more bawls than his favorite Gryffindork did. If something was really changing in the dynamic of Brama and Braeby, Theodore felt like the mature thing to do for the trio would be to talk it out and if worst came to worst, for Brae and Emma to split up. That was better than the silly games that they were playing for the moment. The worst part of it was that summer was just around the corner: would they all want to pass two whole months in emotional distress because of the childishness?

"Plans? Erm..." He scratched his chin, side-eyeing Alfie and resisting the urge to wink as a smirk came onto his face. "Well, besides us hanging out," He playfully elbowed the small 'claw in her side, their fingers still intertwined, "I... I don't know. I'll definitely try to make it to your shindig, Emm. I wouldn't miss it for the world. And... maybe you could help me brush up on quidditch?" He laughed lightly, but on the inside thoughts began to swirl around as if caught in an emotional tornado. Alfie and he had promised to see each other, but the logistics seemed a bit tricky and risky. What if, on his broomstick, he was caught in a summer storm on the way to see her and was struck by lightning? Not as if it would keep him away, but it would put a damper on their festivities along with a number of other obstacles in their possible traveling paths.

Theo involuntary gulped with minor worry. He had been wanting to do something for a while but hadn't mustered up the courage to do so. He hadn't ever done it in his life and was waiting for the right moment, and now was the last moment that he and Alfie had before they lost each other on Platform 9 and 3/4 when finding their respective families. Would it have been a lie to say he had practiced in his mirror with his pillow? Maybe, maybe not. Either way, something had to be done. And the nervous adrenaline pumping through his veins told him that the time was right. There was no time to check his breath, his hair, or his shoelaces. "Hey," He addressed them both, his voice surprisingly cool and controlled, "I think I want to take a trip to the food trolley before it gets too crowded. I don't have enough pockets to bring everything back, so... would one of you...?" Squeezing Alfie's hand, she was the obvious choice for the mission. It would have been quite awkward if Emma had agreed to go, considering what was on the boy's plan for the jaunt to the trolley. Emma would keep company with Bree and Jay; with her camera in hand, she looked like she would have fun with the two animals. And if Brae miraculously showed up, Ruby-free or not, even better.