Okay, good, they were hugging. Theo clung on tight, and patted him hard on the back. Once they broke apart, Theo just smiled up at Dylan, even though they were almost at eye level with his growing bones and stuff. He was distracted when the trophy made it's almighty appearance. WOw.... this was the first time he had been a part of a champions team. Even though Slytherin were always champions, they never got the trophy for it.

COULD HE TOUCH IT?

Theo's big beeeeeeam was short lived when a very familiar chill came across the room. He looked over to the door and... there they were.

He staggered backwards and clambered under the table which held all of the food and drinks. Nope... no... he couldn't handle another dementor attack. He was still recovering from the last one. It did crazy things to your head, you know. For now, he held his knees under the table, closed his eyes and started wibbling.

At least Professor James was here. She SAVED them last time.