With her nerves frayed, Terry jumped nearly a feet off the ground at the sound of rushed footsteps, stupidly (but instinctively) reaching for her wand, barely stifling another scream. She couldn’t stand up, couldn’t run and much less defend herself, not even in a physical fight, because, being honest, she was absolute rubbish when it came to getting physical, and she had always relied on magic. Uselessly pointing her wand at the figure, with her heart hammering painfully against her ribs, she protected her eyes from the light, narrowing her eyes, squinting and…
“Professor Wright!” she gasped, her tension dissolving into relief. The hand holding her wand descended languidly as she stared, too stunned to do much else than sit there, torn between jumping to his arms, thanking him and clinging to him until he took her back to somewhere less dark, and just yelling at him for taking so damn long. That was probably not a good idea, though, because he could very well decide to turn around and leave her, and what would she do, then?
“Y-yeah. Sorry to disappoint you,” she finally said in a lame, shaky attempt at humor. There was so much she wanted to say, yet nothing came out. Him calling her by her name didn’t go unnoticed. It was… strange, but. Nice? Sort of. Ultimately, she had decided that, maybe, he wasn’t so bad, and having a familiar face around, someone to simply be there, it was more than enough. “…Hi.”