Lisa watched Terry go. "I'm worried about him," she murmured. She was afraid he was taking on too much. Prefect, trying to deal with Bole, watching out for his friends, worrying, studying for NEWTs.
Lisa waved her wand, shrinking the alcohol to card pack sized bottles and stuffed them back in her clothes. "I'm going to hide these." Maybe in the bathrooms. "Then, I'm going to head downstairs." If only to sit around while Terry was doing his job. She hoped by just remaining in the same room, she could be supportive. "If anyone wants to do some studying downstairs," she said, standing up. "You know where to find me."