Eyes focused on his glass as he listened to Aidan, Terry finally turned, a quiet, somber look on his face.
"As much as I like being right," He said, attempting a half-smile, "I'm not sure I like being right about this. Having to prepare to fight and all that. But we need to be prepared. Else who knows what could happen, and I don't want to go down that road." Back, during the war with Voldemort, they were teenagers. Barely legal, barely adults, barely aware of anything beyond the halls of Hogwarts. But they learned, they had to, in order to survive and win. For Terry, and likely others as well, the war was the final step in his growing up process. It revealed a lot for him. "It probably is our turn. I don't think anyone else is going to do anything, and I'm just sorry to say I have just as much faith in our current Ministry as I did for the one we had back then, which means little to none."
The wheels in Terry's head were really turning. It'd been a while since he'd had a conversation as stimulating as this one, and Aidan had always brought the real thinker out in him. "We'd just need a starting point, like finding out the 'whys' and all that. Or how to organize ourselves."
His eyebrows raised and Terry gave a small laugh. "Of course we should make sure Hermione is on our side. I'm sure she's all for upsetting the Renegade's applecart, but either way I do not want to see canaries coming in my direction. Or anything else she might be able to pull off." He paused. "We should talk to Weasley and Potter too, yeah?"