Terry had lost track of time in the library. He'd been going back and forth between studying and doing research on dreams and viruses and even werewolves a little bit. Once realizing that he'd not only missed dinner, which was not an altogether unusual event, but he was also late for the meeting about Bole.
He wasn't as sure about the plan as he had been. While he whole-heatedly wanted to keep Bole from hurting others, he really didn't think it was a good idea to go into the forest, no matter how many distractions they had. He'd been planning on making this point very strongly at the meeting tonight.
After jamming his books, and parchments, and quills into his bag he took off running. Luckily, being a prefect had its perks and no one stopped him. He reached the Boleyn portrait and gave her a slight bow before ducking behind it.
When he got inside he felt an obvious tension in the room. Demelza was standing across the room from him and looking rather... flustered, if not mad, and everyone who hadn't heard him enter was staring at her like she'd grown wings.
"Uh," he started rather awkwardly, "what'd I miss?"