"When I rule the world, I'll put you in charge of s'mores and blanket forts," Terrence said with a grin. "And I might let you enable me back into playing Quidditch. Maybe."
He shrugged. If he hadn't been good at Quidditch, he wouldn't have gone out for the team in the first place, but being good at something didn't mean he wanted to do it.
His expression sobered a bit when her tone quieted. Normally he might have minded, but she was off in her own world thinking about her parents, and that meant the subject had shifted away from his. Which was always for the better, especially since thinking about his parents dying definitely wasn't a bad thing for him. Taking a deep breath, he nodded. "Well, no wonder you've always got sweets around then, yeah?"