Who: Aster & Timothy When: Tuesday 13th October - night | BACKDATED Where: The Astronomy Tower What: Cuddling under the stars Rating: Cute.
Timothy hadn't been feeling right since the night he'd spent curled up and asleep next to Aster. That sounded like a bad thing but it wasn't one as such - he was used to missing someone, he was used to being overlooked and feeling foolish. A walk of shame that lasted a whole week until the next weekend he could pick someone up or pretend that someone liked him, always the kid that had to run to keep up with his friends because he knew they wouldn't wait for him to catch up if he fell behind. That sense of lonely desperation had changed since he'd curled up with Aster into something that was simultaneously better and worse.
Now he felt like he'd finally connected with someone who liked him for more than just the novelty of his tail and the fact that he was easy if you got in there with a couple of hastily thrown kind words and a scrap of attention. Aster was kind and thoughtful and clever, heartbreakingly clever, and really hot and he still somehow liked Timothy as though there was something more to him than a phobia with a lot of feline traits and Timothy couldn't wrap his head around it. He wasn't pining - he knew how that felt, the way his heart would creak a little even now whenever he saw a certain older Ravenclaw - but he was. They hadn't really done anything but he felt as though he'd given away too much, terrified about what would happen when it was pulled out from under him. They'd been friends before but they'd only had that one moment and already he was elated just at the idea of spending more time with Aster.
He had no idea how he felt or what to do about how he felt or how he felt about how he felt; the promise of something good that could actually be real and true and jealously, selfishly all his was dizzying and he was scared to reach out and take it the way he burned to do.
So taking some socks and a couple of snuggly scarves up to the Astronomy Tower with him would have to do while he put the rest of his frantic fretting on hold. He was in a giggly bouncy mood even for him and he practically had to tread on his tail to stop himself skipping up to the Tower where he hoped Aster would be waiting.