"That's true, you might want to embellish your story before you tell it again," Terrence said with a laugh. "Dragged off your broom by a dementor trying to suck out your soul. An Acromantula web got you in midair and you lost your grip."
He grinned widely. Yeah, he wasn't ashamed of his wounds at all, just tired of being subjected to medical attention for them. "Either way, though, I'm stuck here same as you," he said. "At least until I'm well enough to sneak out."