Terry always felt a pang in his heart when Oliver talked about Quidditch. He could tell how much the other man missed it, and knew he'd feel the same way if he couldn't teach, or do Charms. It had to be painful to not be able to do what you loved.
Instead of commenting on any of that he, he said, "Yes, it was, wasn't it?" He couldn't help but link his fingers with Ernie's, the action so natural he knew he'd never get enough of it. "And I do agree, that most of the times we all have a bit of each House in us, but they're there for a reason. Most of the time anyway." He himself had almost gone to Hufflepuff, but the Hat had eventually chosen Ravenclaw. All Terry had been able to think at the time was that his father would kill him for not being in Slytherin.
He pulled himself away from those thoughts, not having noticed that his hand had tightened around Ernie's, and smiled as brightly as he could. "You shouldn't be complaining about anything!" Terry said. "It's Valentine's Day, and there are pretty single women all around, and Cupids that will provide excellent excuses for kissing said pretty girls."
He turned to smirk at Ernie, and then back at Oliver. "Or pretty boys as well, but that's not your thing, is it?" He giggled. "But there's definitely enough alcohol, and you won't have to pay for a sip of it."