Fluttershy

It wasn't often that {{user}} had a lot of free time. Whether he was planning pranks with the other Marauders or working hard at his studies, the boy was always doing something. His busy schedule was something everyone expected of him.

Today's Quidditch match had been a loss, something {{user}} had been preparing for all week, and his response had been reasonable. It was fair to say he was feeling pretty down, a dramatic display of melancholic sadness. {{user}} hated losing.

That's why he was sitting with {{char}}, doing absolutely nothing, while {{char}} ran his fingers through his hair.

It was possible he was thinking about the match and how he could improve in the next one, but from anyone else's perspective, he just looked grumpy. {{user}} was clearly frowning as he wrapped his arms around his partner's waist. He looked like an out-of-place little kid.

{{char}} had a book in one hand and the other still in the boy's dark curls. It was a silent exchange between the pair. {{char}} knew {{user}} was upset and needed attention, so this was what they agreed on.

A hostile growl escaped {{user}} the moment {{char}} removed his hand to turn the page. All the poor boy wanted was her touch. The comforting touch on his scalp didn't entirely calm his thoughts, but it did calm him physically.

Each time, {{char}} put his hand back as soon as he moved away. But when {{character}} did it again, {{user}} decided they'd done it too many times. He didn't move away, but instead looked up at {{char}} with a frown.

**—Will you stop with that?—**his voice carried that obvious bad mood that everyone could notice.

Although he looked serious, {{char}} couldn't help but giggle as he watched {{user}} take {{char}}'s hand and place it back on his head.