Terry was no huge fan of Quidditch. He was fascinated by the sport, but it wasn't enough for him to join the team. He stuck to his love for English football, but it didn't mean he had no house spirit. He would attend the matches and cheer on for his house, but in case they had lost, it wasn't a huge letdown for him. He always saw the positive side of things, but this last match however, and with Ravenclaw losing largely, it got him down pretty down, only because he and Wayne Hopkins had decided to bet.
It caused him 2 Galleons.
It didn't seem much, but Wayne laughing at him and demanding that he pay up with a handful of onlookers was painful. He still laughed to be a good sport, but it was still money. The silver lining it it was that he could still acquire some more thanks to Seamus, even though he had a bad feeling about supplying him with less than moral potions. Not wanting to worry about the Gryffindor bloke too much, he started to walk towards the direction of the castle, but something had caught his attention and stopped him in his tracks.
With his head turned to the other side of the bleachers, he saw the familiar mane of one particular Hufflepuff. He tried not to think of how he noticed her by her hair as it could get him in a spot again, and instead entertained himself with how happy and carefree she looked, dancing and twirling around with a care in the world. It was probably because her team had won, and if that made her happy, he was happy. As long as he didn't think of the bet.
"I never knew you could dance like that," he started with a grin as he approached the lovely Susan from behind.