There Aren't Any Feelings

[Timothy De Luca]

Timothy De Luca felt like there was something missing. The sixth year did not begin feeling this way until Avie's death, and he knew it was not the Slytherin that he was missing. He had shared cookies with the Slytherin and that was it. Timmy had admired Avie for his seeking capabilities, which were now going to waste six feet under. The Hufflepuff walked onto the lawn without realizing his feet were leading him there. He did not care where his feet took him, but Timmy did mind that there were plenty of people on the lawn. Instead of turning around, he let his legs collapse from under him and take him to the ground. He just sat, wondering why he felt like there was something missing. Timmy did not know how to handle this emotion, as his opportunity to mourn for his father was never available to him. He had not even been born when the man died. Timothy felt this emotion was stupid. It was true that he admired so many things about his peer, but he didn't deserve to feel this way. He wrapped his arms around his long spider legs to bring his legs close to his body. Curling up helped sometimes.

 

[Saul Forrester]

Timothy was sharing the Great Lawn with quite a few people, one of whom was the Irish transfer who was currently practicing his cartwheels. Saul was bored, bored, bored, as most of his friends had nicked off to Brightstone to shop. The Hufflepuff was banned for the weekend after he'd played one too many pranks in the Badger's common room. Enough was enough- Professor Stark was not a happy woman. He'd brought it on himself, he knew, but at least he hadn't earned a detention. If he had too many of those, he couldn't follow his little brother around the school to make sure he wasn't getting into trouble (hypocritically).

Speaking of his sibling, the reason he was outside doing bugger all was because he couldn't find Erasmus, which meant that either he went to talk to someone or died of boredom. Fortunately he recognised another Hufflepuff who was a fifth year when he'd arrived, so it looked like he was in sixth. Saul cartwheeled over to Timothy and collapsed onto his arse next to the young man.
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[Timothy De Luca]

Timmy initially planned to be by himself, but he was startled by a fellow Hufflepuff. He did not remember his name, but he looked familiar. Timmy moved a space away from the guy next to him. Normally, the sixth year would deal with being uncomfortable, but he was weak right now. He was confused with the emotions he was feeling. "Avie's gone." was all Timothy was able to say to the guy next to him before he curled up again. A person he looked up to was gone, and he did not have many people to talk to about it.

 

[Saul Forrester]

Well, crap. Saul realised he'd walked right into someone else's melancholy and cartwheeled all over it. He knew exactly who Avie was (who didn't?), and he supposed that this kid had known him. The whole school was in mourning, and there he was making an arse of himself. Thomas, or Trevor or whatever the boy's name was, clearly needed to talk, and damnit Saul was the only one sitting next to him.
"I'm sorry," he told the other Hufflepuff, sobering from his good cheer quite quickly. "Did you go to his memorial? Sounds like he was well loved."
He must have been- flowers had flooded the lake and stacked up in the entrance hall as students and teacher paid their respects. Saul had heard a lot about Avie Mitchell. He'd heard he was sweeter than a box of kittens and thicker than a bowl of porridge. It seemed such a shame for a young wizard to die of something so ... mundane. Mundane and terrifying. Saul, always empathetic, imagined the Slytherin's terror as he drowned, and shuddered.​

 

[Timothy De Luca]

Out of Character:

Thomas and Trevor are close.

Timmy shook his head. He would have went to the memorial if he wanted to, but he didn't. Timothy had been give permission to to Avie's funeral, but he wasn't interested in looking at a casket for several hours and letting water fall from his eyes. Funerals were not a proactive way of spending his time, even if it allowed him to openly express his feelings about his role model's death. He looked over to the guy next to him. He was attractive to some extent, but the sixth year quickly smothered those emotions. "I only ate cookies with him once. I liked how he played Quidditch." he told the person next to him. Timmy was not interested in introducing himself. Talking was fine with him. He did not need to be known to everyone, which he did not mind in the moment.

 

[Saul Forrester]

Timothy, that was the kid's name. It was no wonder it took him so long to remember- Saul knew everyone's names, but he'd never even heard this sixth year speak until now. It was a great pity he'd been transferred in rather than growing up with his fellow classmates. He felt the lost opportunities for friends (and girlfriends) quite keenly.

Tim apparently missed Avie a great deal despite having only eaten cookies with him. A kid like that had an impact on everyone. Saul let out an 'Ahhh!' of recognition as he remembered the Slytherin Seeker from the many games he'd watched. So that's why the name was familiar. He'd never seen his face up close, but man had he followed those catches.
"That's right, he was brilliant! Pulled some of the best last-minute grabs of the season. Aww man, that sucks," Saul lamented. "I'm a bit jealous you got to hang out with him, now. Kid had talent." Had. Crap, now Saul was bummed. He gave Timothy a small, comforting smile. "Where are your other mates? You shouldn't be alone if you're feeling down."​

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