As usual, Terry was spending his free time with his nose trapped in the binding of his books. This time he was not looking to the ancient tribes of the Caucus or the trade routes of old wizarding worlds to the reaches of Asia. This tsime it was something simple and truly enjoyable. He was looking at birds of the local region. Though he was not much of a bird watcher, sometimes it was easier to watch the Ravens than to be one. With the way the school was working out, that was a common feeling. But from the corner of his attention, a familiar and welcomed voice chimed in and broke his mind from the motionless muggle book.
"Hannah, hey," he said, moving his bag from the small bench for her to sit. "Yeah, I'm hoping we don't get held up by anymore blood nonsense and that." Terry responded warmly. "How is everything in the Puff lounge, anything exciting?"
Terry truly enjoyed his Hufflepuff friends, DA connection or none. They were unjudgemental and usually some of the sweetest people he had met. Of course his dorky first year self was so imsmitten with the blonde that it took until the end of second year for the boy to formulate anything sensible to talk about.