Timothy had no idea that he could be causing any reaction and he then chased a stray drip from the joint of his thumb and up, moving the increasingly soggy cone from one hand to the other and sucking the trailing escapee from his thumb with a pop. He was a little uncertain at his new friend's reaction to that information - he knew his House had a certain reputation and he knew as well that a lot of people considered him young and immature - but he soulsn't have worried. Theo didn't seem to take the news badly.
"Hi, Theo." Timothy said with a grin, barely noticing the dropped surname; they rarely stuck in his brain anyway. He realised that Theo must have been in Harry Potter's year and the darkness that rested over the thought of that dimmed his flame a little; he wondered what it must have been like to be in that year at the time and worried for Theo, as he did for all his eighth year friends. "No, doesn't matter to me." he chirruped. It was a challenge to him if anything, he hated the way the Houses divided the student body and he was always anxious to do his bit to bring them down.