Terry sat down on his bed next to Lisa, stunned. All questions he had fell from his mind after what Stephen had said.
He hadn't known Lavender very well, only from the time he'd spent with DA last year, but he had known her. That and just the fact that someone had been killed, again, someone their age, that could have been any of them. He wanted to ask questions but Lisa seemed to beat him to the important ones. "God..." he just whispered, putting his arm around Lisa's shoulders, as a comfort to the both of them.