Who: Terrence and Zacharias What: Helping a protege out When: Tuesday, afternoon Where: the Owlery Warnings: Talking about sex. And plotting.
There was very little that could actually make Terrence worried. He was always ready with a plan, and a rule or two, for anything. Anything could be done, anything could be justified or rationalized. He had gone from wanting to take on Goldstein to wanting to take on the Headmistress in the space of a few minutes, after all, which was a logical leap that would have made very little sense except to someone like him.
But then there was Z, his favored protege and probably the biggest accomplishment of his school career. He had earned Terrence's respect, and he was just about to leave the school legacy to him. Yet it had just become very apparent that there was still one problem Terrence had not tackled properly in the time he'd known Z. It was obvious that the younger boy needed his help, and Terrence was rather angry with himself for not noticing sooner. It wasn't like him to overlook something, but then, Z had certainly hidden it well.
The Owlery wasn't Terrence's favorite place in the world; there tended to be a lot of clucking and flapping of wings. But that was where Z was, so Terrence headed up there. There was a ruffle of surprised feathers when he entered, but he ignored it, and followed the scent of smoke to his protege.
"This is a nice illogical place to have a smoke and a chat," he greeted Zach, amused despite himself.