Timothy bit and lapped at his ice cream until the heap of dessert was flat and began to concave where the cone was, his mind elsewhere as it tried to recall a Sally in his House. "Oh, Sally-Anne..." he murmured a little to himself as Theo spoke on. He took a slight step back when Theo reiterated his earlier suspicions of a hex, specifying a Hufflepuff hex and Timothy felt a brief but familiar bolt of panic at the idea of being cursed in some way - he generally did.
It ebbed away a bit when Theo practically fell over himself to clarify what he meant and with that last part he relaxed a little again. His ice cream had bee forgotten for a moment but he went back to licking at it when the guilt he carried with him was removed from him by Theo's correction. "As long as it's something good." he absolved with a smile.