"That must be tough, switching schools and everything so close to the end. At St. Mungos in good, though. Back in London and all." Terry said with a smile, taking his seat again. "Want a drink? It'll be on me."
Noticing the stretching Terry's brow furrowed. "You alright?"
"That infernal bike, that I will someday get you to take a ride on, happens to be parked outside around the corner." Terry replied, laughing. "I'm not going to stop riding that bike anytime soon. I'll never understand why you don't like it."