Dawlish was not ignorant to Terry's behaviour and suspected the young wizard to either be terribly uncomfortable in the presence of an Auror or smitten--and it would not have been the first time Dawlish unintentionally charmed another male. He could not help it, really.
"Keeping busy, especially right now with everything going on, is the best thing for any student. I would be concerned for those who choose to do nothing and allow their minds to wander. Witches and wizards have gone insane just by using their imaginations too much." Dawlish shivered a bit as a cold breeze blew across the lake. The thick wool overcoat he wore he tightened over himself and buttoned it up. He ran a hand through his hair--a blonde bonnet that was slowly turning grey with each passing year, already his facial hair had quite a bit of grey.
He continued to sit slouched on the bench, legs spread apart in an attempt to relax. Too often he was high strung and tense, which was very obvious.