Timothy had just about fallen over himself to close his journal up and get dressed into something he could sleep in before skittering out of the cubby he'd holed himself up in and making his way to the Ravenclaw tower. Ever since he'd woken up from the Infirmary and stumbled out it seemed like the whole world was some horrible pervasive dream that he couldn't escape. His friends were being torn into left right and centre by strange diseases, escaped convicts roamed around and so many people around him seemed frayed to the bone.
He knew it was silly of him but Timothy felt alone in a way he couldn't explain, although this might have been what he was keening for; someone to ask him in. Aster had asked him in for cuddles and Timothy was more than willing to do so. It was hard for him to draw a boundary between friend and more-than-friends and it was something he'd stumbled over more than once. Sometimes it had ended with an awkward distance between himself and the friend that, on occassion, didn't resolve itself. Sometimes it ended with them falling into bed for more than cuddling together; he still found himself alone at the end though.
Aster was kind to him though, knew about his freakish deformity and how annoying he could be and still wanted to hang out with him. Timothy dressed in an overlarge grey hoodie that he'd had for years, possibly taken from one hook up or another, as well as cosy pajama bottoms and thick socks. His tail curled against his thigh but the end twitched happily as Timothy navigated the emptying halls with catlike agility.
He squeaked when he saw Aster waiting outside for him and bounded over happily, unable to stop himself from starting the party early with a hug that was maybe a little on the desperate side in the fingers. He released his friend and beamed at him, the distance between them still closed. "Thank you for having me over!" he said enthusiastically, the excitement clear in his voice.