Terrence's anger had dissipated from the day before, especially after he'd talked to Ron, and even more so after talking to Ella, but that didn't mean he was in a good mood. His creativity was currently lending itself to imagining ways to get past old man Nott's wards, which he knew had been strengthened since he had gotten through them by accident, months and months ago. And then there were his ideas for what he would do once he got through the wards, because he fully expected the old man to put up a fight. Which was as it should be; it wouldn't be any fun otherwise.
Despite his mood, and his lack of interest in watching a movie, he did want to see Katie. That was why, even when he'd found out that Ella was taking the afternoon off, he was on his way over to her place, landing outside her door. He didn't want the carefree fun that they usually had, that wouldn't be enough to make him feel better right now. But there were things that he wanted to say, things that he didn't need to say to Ella, but things that he thought Katie would probably want to hear.
His bandage was still on his left forearm, although not covering his Mark completely anymore; it covered only the part of it he'd cut, near his wrist. He hadn't wanted to leave the rest of it on when he went to work this morning, in case it became obvious that he didn't want to look at it. That wouldn't be taken well by his fellow Death Eaters, not to mention the Dark Lord himself. Terrence did want to defy them openly, but not in such a small way, and not until he was ready.
He realized he was fiddling with the bandage where it peeked out from under his jacket, and let go, lifting his left arm to knock on the door instead.