Terry had to laugh when he accidentally startled her, and felt bad for a moment until she walked up to hug him. "I bet you are!" He put down the shovel, leaving it to lean against his side so he could free up his hands and hug her back. It had to suck a lot for Lesley to be out in the snow alone and shoveling. If it had been Terry out here first, he probably would have lost his mind.
"Nah. It was supposed to be tonight, but I saw you from the tower, and thought you could use a lot of help. Filch's mad for making you do this all alone. That loon." He shook his head, never realizing Filch could be a bit cold hearted. "He needs to get shagged, or find a lady friend to cuddle up to. The cold is probably making him bitter than usual." He smirked at that thought, while allowing Lesley to adjust the scarf he had on. He also made sure that his hands were tucked inside his gloves properly, as he had just hastily put it on while he was running in the hallways.
"If we do, it'll be nothing a potion couldn't fix." He beamed, eager to brew something to battle the potential sickness they could be having at the end of the day. "Or we can just leave Madame Pomfrey to do the job for us." He shrugged, picking up his shovel again, readying himself to help Lesley clear the path Filch 'graciously' walked on. However, it seemed her shovel had sunk into the snow, and that caused him to laugh a little, while walking towards the shovel-shaped hole.
"You'd be so lost without me," he teased as he knelt on the snow to pick up the heavy tool. He had to do it with some effort, discreetly grunting a little while lifting it up and handed it over to Lesley. "Ready?"