Terence was enjoying a rare night off and had gotten comfortable, and slowly indulging in a vintage bottle of Fire Whiskey while tending to his Quidditch gear. It was getting colder and sitting by the fire was rather nice. Some music was playing but he hadn't paid attention to see what it was.
His thoughts strayed to Ginny because the just did and he smiled as he thought of her. He looked to the fire when suddenly the floo kicked in and she could hear her voice. It was like she knew he was thinking about her. He cocked his head and looked at her sternly.
"DON'T call me Terry, Red. And what are you doing hmmm?"