After a long day of Mediwizard training Tim was always tired, stiff, hungry and a little bit uncharacteristically grumpy. No matter how bad his mood, though, Tim always made a point to cover it up, acting happy in order to make other people feel better. Of course, Devin saw right through that. Today, Tim was tired, stiff, hungry and also terribly unhappy. All he could think about was that tomorrow was Devin's birthday, and they would probably end up spending it apart--Tim at St. Mungo's, and Devin doing whatever it was Devin was doing with Dumbledore's Conclave.
Tim came in, taking off his scrub robes and hanging them up by the door. "Hey Dev," he said, a little awkwardly, scratching the back of his ear and looking vaguely at a spot between his feet and Devins'.