Theodore felt a funny, indefinable sort of feeling watching Timothy lick the ice cream cone. He didn't know how to place his reaction, and substituted for a tug of his shaggy hair. "Oh...right." Hufflepuff? Sixth year...He was actually vaguely surprised. He might have guessed younger.
Had he been one of those, too? One who had...no, he doesn't look familiar. I'd remember this one.
"Yes, ah...I do." Theodore thought back, realized he'd never introduced himself. "I'm...Theodore." He left his surname out of the mix deliberately. "I'm...actually, I think they're calling it eighth year?" He tugged his hair again and looked away. "Slytherin, if...if that matters."