"One percent?" His brows were way up in his dark hair line. "try point zero one percent." The smarmy smug voice was back. "It would be approximately a whole percent if Ollivander was here full time." Terrence waggled his brows in her direction as she charmed the coverlet clean. "He laughs at inappropriate jokes, he is fantastic. You laugh at inappropriate jokes.." He shrugged and let the sentence linger as he rolled over onto his stomach.
Terrence lifted his light wand and waved it at the pillows. they all popped and wiggled before settling refluffed against Hagrid's headboard. "A big head isn't all I have," he muttered to himself, a smirk on his lips. He couldn't help it. The wand snapped onto the bed and he rolled off of the side laughing clutching his stomach. No, no way was he going to be able to be serious, not at this point.
Reaching up, he took a handful of Susan's rounded bottom and asked quickly, "Is this seat taken?" The laughter poured out of him. The consequences weren't at the forefront of his mind, but he knew he was going to pay for that one.