Terry saw the way Stephen was acting and knew right away how he felt. He knew he would be the same way if he thought he'd hurt Lisa.
He also noticed Anthony's hand going to his pocket and knew exactly what he was reaching for. When Anthony didn't pull his wand Terry relaxed slightly, though he still watched from the corner of his eye.
"Stephen." He walked to the bed and sat down next to the other boy, putting an hand on his shoulder, wanting to be there but not be overbearing "Relax, we'll figure this out."
He hadn't been able to see exactly what Stephen had been gesturing to on his arm from across the room but now that he was closer he saw it. It looked like the Dark Mark. For a moment fear welled in Terry's chest and he realized what had put Anthony on edge. Terry knew though that Stephen wasn't a Death Eater, it was impossible. Terry had seem Stephen's arm thousands of times, many times even since they'd come back this year, there had never been a mark, and with the quarrentine up, even if he could find a Death Eater who could give him one there was no way to get to them.
Stephen kept talking about a dream and it didn't make sense to Terry. How could he dream about something and have it really happen. True, Lisa moved around when she slept, a lot, but she'd never done anything outright or recognizable, and she'd never done magic.