"I'm not sure," she answered truthfully. After all the drama from last year was over, Lesley had no idea how to act anymore. She didn't have anything to hide from people anymore, yet the things she went through, what she saw and had to do, were still there. Some of her friends had abandoned her completely, and the lesson of who your real friends were was a hard one to learn at a young age. "You're not being invasive. I just pretended all last year that I was someone else, and now I'm not sure who I really am."
Lesley shook her head. She wasn't even make sense to herself, so she tried to think of what she was going to do for Terry instead. "You know, a potion grenade sounds like a good idea, even if it is a bit violent." She grinned and thought of the mayhem something like that would cause. She wasn't very much into pranks, but she was sure she would at least laugh if something like that happened. "Or charm the entrance to their Common Room to turn their uniforms pink every time they walk out."
She reached up when he ruffled her hair and quickly went to try and straighten it back out, while playfully swatting at his hand. A giggle escaped her lips despite the potential horror of her hair being out of place. It was nice to feel like a teenager again. "Thanks, but I'm afraid if you mess up my hair again, we're going to have to be enemies, Ter," she joked. "That is a serious offense, which is clearly stated in the friendship handbook section 36 paragraph 4 subsection B!"