"Whatever works, seriously," Terry said. He didn't offer any empty apologies, because he thought that anyone who could overcome learning difficulties to get to NEWT level didn't need them. "It helped to have friends from the other Houses, but when I was a student here we used the Room of Requirement for subverting authority." And hiding from Death Eaters, but Dale didn't need a history lesson.
"I'll remember that. I like my job, and somehow I think he could get me fired," Terry said, and shivered. "So I think I'll keep my opinions to myself." He grinned suddenly. "Besides, there are far friendlier blokes to compliment."
He nodded. He'd remembered that Dale was a werewolf, they'd all been told, and his recent experience with Dom gave him a tiny bit of understanding. "I know what you mean. I'm forty-five nad have never had a long-term relationship. I'm not sure how I would handle a sudden bond like that." Not very well, if history had taught him anything.