Terry smiled and nodded as he ran back to put normal clothes on; he could understand where Lisa was coming from. Days after the battle had been filled with countless funerals and him just wanting to shut himself away from the world. It had been a difficult time for everyone all around but he hadn't been allowed to sit by himself and mope.
McGonagall had insisted that they all needed to grieve together, that they had to start rebuilding for tomorrow. And he'd taken the message to heart, diving into the projects with everyone else in the DA. He was glad he'd had people to be with, he could only imagine what Lisa had gone through.
He'd never changed or written this quickly before. In a matter of five minutes he was done getting dressed and writing to McGonagall to tell her the situation. He knew she'd be pleased to hear that Lisa was alive and would understand about him not being there today.
"Well, post is off. Though I don't know how long you'll be able to avoid McGonagall for. She'll want to see you soon. But, Lisa, talk to me, tell me, what it was like."