Mandy couldn't help but stare at him in disbelief at his exuberance. She couldn't help but wonder what drugs he was on, because he always seemed to be a different Terry every time she come in contact with him. Who was he today? She couldn't be sure.
"I'm just here to say good bye, Terry," she said softly and felt the sting of guilt as his face fell slowly, as though she'd punctured his balloon.
"No, Mandy, don't do that," he pleaded, his eyes wide and shining with sad confusion. "You've been my best friend for so long. Please, I don't want to lose you." His hand reached across the table, searching for hers, but she kept her own hands stubbornly in her lap.
"Stop it, Terry. You can't begin to imagine how much you hurt me. We're standing on different sides of a line right now, and I don't see how we can be friends when you are actively persecuting innocent people." She blinked back the tears that prickled in her eyes. "I have to go."
Mandy slid back out of the booth, Terry jumping up and reaching out to her. "Wait, Mandy. Please, don't go!"
Mandy took another step back, shaking her head. "Just let it go. Just let me go." She turned and walked away, trying to ignore the fact that he was following her.
Once they were outside, she heard him sound out to her, "Damn it, Mandy, you didn't even give me a chance to apologize or explain."
Mandy turned, fury in her eyes. "What is there to explain? You have supported the blanket prejudice against all Purebloods, even if you may have not intended to. Your protests and pamphlets have worked to skew public opinion against Purebloods, which, as you may have forgotten, I am. I'm not your friend anymore, Terry. I don't want to see you or hear from you again. You ruined our friendship, and I'm done. Good bye, Terry."