Who: Tsura Aurari, Terry Boots When: After the attack on Tsura Where: Tsura's room What: Anger and resentment at one's subservient position in the world Why: Because Tsura got hurt and there's not a damned thing Terry can do about it.
Terry had gone to help clean out the niffler and jarvey pens. He found working with the animals peaceful--they certainly were a lot easier to get along with than the students. Well, most students.
He grinned slightly, thinking of how nice this assignment with Tsura was. Of course, 'nice' was an incredible understatement. Even if he was trying to keep his hands away from her and his heart firmly in his chest (not on his sleeve!), he was enjoying himself. And, no, the violin had nothing to do with that. That was a bloody miracle.
As was typical for him, he attached himself to the shadows and tried to avoid being seen by any students. He was almost to Tsura's room when he saw her limping along the corridor. It was obvious that she was holding herself upright only because she was holding onto the wall as best as she could.
"Miss Tsura!" Terry gasped, rushing forward to help her.