Timothy & OPEN
Timothy wasn't usually one for parties and Halloween especially tended to make him feel even more of an outcast if anything. He was a walking Halloween costume every day of his life since the accident and seeing people dressing up made him feel all the more like he was an abberation. It had been suggested to him before that Halloween was the one day he could walk free and not be stared at or questioned about the tail, but that had just made him feel worse - he was such a freak that he could only be accepted in society if he came out when everyone else was celebrating the weird, macabre and freakish.
He'd wanted to stay in dorms and curl up in his bed (or under his bed) but he thought there was a good chance that Aster might be at the party and the thought of seeing him made something in his heart twist in a way that was painful but in a good way - if that even made sense.
He wasn't going as a cat though. He dressed up as a pirate, bandanna over his head with a three cornered hat, patch over one eye, a fake hook and a limp, although he couldn't be bothered to charm his leg to look like a peg one. He wore a big blue coat and a striped shirt under it and had (poorly) Transfigured a clothes pin into a fake parrot for his shoulder. Tail securely stowed away, he'd entered the party only to immediately feel closed in and awkward but now too ashamed to turn tail, so to speak, and run. So it was that half an hour in found him pale and biting his bottom lip hard between his teeth, his tail moving beneath the pirate cape in an agitated manner, pressed up against the wall and trying to work out the best route of exit to take when his nerve failed him completely and sent him dashing through the crowd; it wouldn't be long now.
And he hadn't even managed to catch sight of Aster.