"Of course he does. I blame me too. I should probably go over to your home and let him have a swing at me so we'll both feel better," Terry suggested, running a hand behind his neck.
He stopped, looked at Dominique and then reached out with two fingers. Stroked them gently down her face.
"Hey. Don't worry about my job, yeah? I was freelance for many, many years before I landed that teaching job and I only got that job because of Headmaster Longbottom and my friendship with him. If stupid shite happens, it won't be the end of my life."
Terry gave her a grim look. "Why don't we deal with the situations as they come to us? Otherwise, I may never leave my flat in fear of my bullocks being hexed off," he said, trying to joke.