Terry hadn't really spoken to Neville much in the last few years, but when word of his untimely death had made it to Hogwarts he'd found himself bent over the loo in his office. Neville was gone. It just seemed so impossible.
Terry tried to focus on the good times, but sadly most of them were filled with bad. The DA had been an amazing experience, but its purpose wasn't exactly a cheerful one. Seventh year spent trying to defy the Carrow's certainly had been busy, but the memories certainly weren't good. Terry realized he'd never had an opportunity to get to know Neville outside of fighting, hiding, and just trying to live. Still, he wanted to be here. It felt like the right thing to do.