Terry shrugged, and nodded his head. "He was...he had his pet students and he didn't much care of anyone else," he said. He hated to talk ill of anyone, but after seeing what a difference Severus had made in such a short time, he'd been forced to admit that maybe Horace hadn't been a great Head of House.
"And yes, Severus has a son. His name's Faustus and he's nine. Be loves him already. He's happy to have a full time playmate at Hogwarts." He smiled fondly. "Faustus is a really great little kid, but too serious. I'm hoping Ben can help him with that."
Terry couldn't help but stop and tug Ernie closer, rising up to kiss him briefly. They drew glances from other tourists, but no one said anything, so Terry took a chance and deepened the kiss. He loved kissing Ernie, couldn't get enough of it. He'd be happy if kissing is all they ever did, though he hoped that eventually there would be more.
He pulled back, cheeks flushed from pleasure and cold and arousal. His eyes widened at the idea of Ben and motorcycles and he shook his head, laughing. "He's already adventurous enough. I'm not sure I'd survive it if he became interested in motorcycles." He shuddered thinking about it. At this rate he'd be lucky to make it to Ben's eleventh birthday.
Terry grinned at Ernie's clear affection for his employees. "I can';t wait to see what they come up with," he said. He realized they'd been lingering in the Esplanade for a long time, and he linked his fingers through Ernie's. "Come on, there's a lot of castle to see before lunch."