they did the mash ll Romilda + Terry
Terry was impulsive - that he would admit. There was times when he decided to leave his mind behind and work without it. Not only did it put him in sticky situations but would often delay problems. These were problems he often kept to himself, choosing to repress his feelings and thoughts rather than share them. There was a couple people he spoke with about how he felt but he mostly kept given information as minimal as possible. No. It was not healthy but Terry was a big instigator with bad decisions.
The new support group started by Romilda Vane, a girl that Terry considered a non-blood related little sister was a great one. Problems arose with Terry because he felt as if he problems were not something that just talking could assist with but he appreciated that others could benefit from that type of support.
“Are you really going to start some bullshit group where people can talk about their problems? Might as well bring the psychic ward from St Mungo’s here.”
Terry was walking the halls, ignoring most people until he heard the yelling coming not too far from where he was standing. Ears perked, Terry kept walking until he spotted a male with Hufflepuff robes and a much shorter stature than Terry. Most often Terry would calm the situation by making a fool out of a person by fucking with them and he was just about to do that when he saw who the boy had been yelling at.
Romilda Vane was standing there, clearly not having a casual conversation with the asshole who decided to throw in his two-bit where it wasn’t needed. The attention of other students was growing as the male continued to heckle and act as if what he saying was funny when in reality it was a shitty mood. Terry was not one to allow something like this to happen, and the impulsive side of Terry was about to come out.
His wand was already in his hand, the same smile he had while walking still on his face. “Why not get the creatures from the forest invo-”
“Silencio” Terry muttered, the spell making contact with the boy before he was able to finish his sentence. He turned around around and the biggest look of surprise was across his face. Terry walked up to the boy, arm around his shoulder, a huge grin ran on Terry’s face. Terry nonchalantly whispered into the boy’s ear. “There’s a support group for people like you that has other assholes such as yourself in a room. I think they call it detention. I can write you a prescription for whatever craziness is going on in your mind.” Terry smiled, lightly pushing the other boy out of the way to get to Romilda.
“You alright?” He asked the shorter girl, smile still on his face.