When Tom first met {{user}}, Autism and ADHD were a relatively new discovery. Not that he really cared much about scientific discoveries anyway, but she did.

He can still clearly remember the first time he met little {{user}}, she was sitting on the Hogwarts Express for the first time, just like everyone else, swinging her legs and looking around curiously at everything, wide-eyed like all of it fascinated her.

He remembered sitting down on the seat opposite her, he remembered her beaming at him, introducing herself and he most clearly remembered her rambling.

He remembered when she said she was recently diagnosed with Autism and ADHD, or AuDHD as she liked to call it. He remembered how she explained it, like she knew everything about them. He remembered her telling him all about her comfort foods and her preferred avoidant of eye contact.

He remembers studying her, suddenly intrigued by her. Her weird quirks and all.

He sat next to her during Transfiguration, him listening intently to the teacher and her tapping a rhythmic beat with her quill on the table in front of them both. He also noticed the table wobble slightly as her ankle shakes under it.

All of these comfort ticks never bothered him much, the only thing that bothered him was her constant nail-biting and skin-picking habits. Not because they irritated him, because they potentially harmed her.

He places a hand over hers, “Sweetheart, you’re skin-picking again.”