He must have been tired. Usually, when he fell asleep in his office like this, he’d wake up within a second if someone entered the room. Or maybe he had simply come to associate Terry’s smell with someone he could trust enough that he didn’t mind being asleep in his company. Or he was simply tired, for he’d usually wake up if only because he knew well enough that people came looking for him because they needed help.
On this occasion, however, he slept on, peaceful, content and needing the rest more than anything else. He slept on his back today, his limbs stretched up into the air while he snuffled and snored away, resembling something rather like a dead, white spider if they were covered in fur and had curly tails. And if they continued to breathe too, of course.
As far as Tim was aware, all of his keepers knew about him. He wasn’t registered, no, but that was only so that… well, he didn’t remember why he’d not registered, really. It was probably something to do with his general distrust of the ministry that did it. Honestly, he’d never even told his brothers that he’d achieved an animagus form. His sister, his niblings and his keepers were the only ones who knew really.