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Ravenclaw - Prefect - Beater - Order of Merlin; First Class.

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We just saw the message this morning and we hate that the group has closed.

Rach (Greg) player and I were wondering if some people would want to stay and maybe make a smaller group. We can talk about it but if people were interested feel free to message me!

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Trust me (Weekly Task #3) : silent musings

The most frightening thing to Gregory Goyle was people outside of the ‘circle’. The people he was accustomed to, who knew his habits well, who let him disappear into the background. He’d rather it stay that way, and would have been happy running away from ‘eighth year’, having done his time with the seven mandatory years. Without his family around, it wouldn’t really matter if he never finished. After all, academics were never his strong point. Coming back to Hogwarts when everything was so imbalanced was something he was not looking forward to. Old foundations with decade long friendships that stemmed from his parent’s affiliations with other families were on thin ice, and without Vincent Crabbe around anymore, his main confidant, he was terribly lost. Then comes a random encounter with a random boy and while it’s not the first time he’s befriended someone out of his house colours, it’s the first time post-war. That friendship didn’t last (in fact, it backfired) so this one likely wouldn’t either.  

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begoyled:

“Good thing I’ll have you know, I didn’t retain most of the information. I could barely tell you what I ate yesterday.” He willed his eyes not to roll, a reflex that he had grown accustomed to doing every time frustration won. Chewing at his  bottom lip, his eyes narrow as he avoids looking directly at Terry in favour of focusing on the spell. This old game of putting himself down was getting repetitive. Dropping his expectations to a level of zero, and the blow of disappointment lessened. A rut, a ruse that everyone around him accepted. But it didn’t work on this particular Ravenclaw and it irritated him to no end. He wanted the subject to be dropped with a simple wave, the end, but no, the bloody encouragement, incessant support.

“Okay.” He gritted past a tight jaw, as he stilled the reckless waving of his wand. “Okay. Alright, stop it, okay okay, I’ll listen.” Gregory finally chanced looking at his sudden tutor. His eyes narrowed in scrutiny, but was surprised that the judgment was nonexistent. Or well-hidden, but he was not going to think about that too hard.

This honestly reminded him of first year when everyone was going wild, waving about without a clue. That was probably what he looked like right now, a headless centaur thrashing about. No wonder he had the reputation of a clumsy oaf. He coughed, and made the motion with his wand, peeking for reassurance that it wasn’t atrociously incorrect. When it seemed he had the okay to continue, Gregory uttered the incantation slowly, albeit hesitantly. It was much worse with an audience, but to be fair, how the Hell would he even know it was done correctly if no one was around him? That was even dumber than he had previously predicted.

When he tried it again, the incantation well pronounced and slow, Gregory held his breath and his wand didn’t spark in malfunctions. Tic. Tock. He held his breath, glancing wide eyed at the other, cloudy eyes meeting warm brown. 

“Did it work?” His voice wavered slightly, sounding rather confused as he awaited a response. It wasn’t as if he had no faith in himself, but Charms. Oh Charms. After getting told off one too many times by his professors in his youth, he couldn’t ever bring himself to put effort in. “Damn, just say something. Anything,” wand still held out in front of him like a frozen statue. 

Terry wasn’t patient with a lot of people, but this was a moment where he actually took a step back to realize that rushing and heckling would only make the situation worse. The smile stayed on his face, and his arms went into a fold while he watched Greg attempt the spell once more. Magic was a wonderful entity in this world as it relied heavily on confidence and/or patience, the two went hand-and-hand with one another and many magical beings never realized that. Greg wasn’t stupid, at least Terry didn’t think the male was. After years of not wanting to try along with many people believing he was dumb would have a toll on a person when performing certain spells.

Greg was a person that Terry knew excelled with Dark Arts back during the darker times at Hogwarts. There had to be a big part in the confidence in those types of spells, and even though they were forbidden spells they required a great deal of skill to be able to perform. The Protection Charm again was a difficult one that many wizards sometimes have to practice multiple times to learn and Greg was still in the frame of time where he didn’t have to get the spell right off the bat.

His fingers were crossed behind his back hoping that Greg would get the spell to gain the much needed confidence in his abilities that Terry knew was there. Proper pronunciation of the spell and wand movements that were just as perfect as he practiced gave Terry that hope he wanted. The smile on his face grew wider as he watched the area around Greg slowly warp itself to blend in as if it were part of the classroom. Lying was out of the question even if he wanted to because the genuine reaction across his face proved that something had gone right.

Silence came over Terry as his mind was ecstatic and running all over the place due to Greg conquering the spell. He hadn’t realized that Greg was wanting a more verbal response until he was snapped back into reality. Greg’s voice was all he could hear while the man was invisible to the naked eye. Even the Auror looked surprise while Terry knew Greg would be able to do it, it was just a matter of when that would happen.

“Told ya.” There was a small reflective vase across the room that Terry spotted, just to give the added security in case Greg didn’t believe the spell worked. “Accio.” He said, his wand aiming at the glass bottle that was already making it’s way to his hand. Holding the vase in front of where he believed Greg was, he showed the male that he couldn’t be seen.

With the widest grin on his face, Terry tried his best to contain his stupid grin by biting his lips but his smile was still there. “Aren’t I an excellent tutor? I’m kidding a bit on the cockiness. I told you that you could do it. See, you aren’t dumb. You just gotta practice. You’re a lot smarter and stronger than you think. If you need more help just let me help you. It’s not a bother and I want to help you, Greg.”

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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.

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“It’s a stupid spell I don’t have to know anyway.” He struggled more with the attention to his capabilities rather than the problem itself. It reminded him when he would be called on by teachers, only to respond with mouth agape, followed by laughter in the classroom. That statement itself made him feel infantile rather than eighteen. Embarrassing. “It’s not required.” He pressed his books away into a messy pile, body tense and ready to dart out of the classroom. The act itself made him feel more ridiculous by the second, but his gaze gravitating towards the motion of the wand.

“But that’s what I was doing.” Watching closely, he rested for a moment, chin in hand before clumsily grabbing at his own wand again to imitate the gesture. “See?” His words clashing with Terry attempting to press him on for being more patient, not a strong feat of Goyle’s, if reputation must precede him. The second time he was more careful, but now he was biting the incantation down which did not aid him either. Creating magic out of frustration never procured positive results.

His face was likely ruddy out of anger, tarnishing the art of Charms. He didn’t answer the other man, who seemed to be wordy for the afternoon. But he expected no less, after all, classwork for a smart fellow would be simple. After a minute of aimlessly doing the repetitive motion without truly listening, he stopped. An annoyed huff and a grim expression to match, Gregory realized that Terry wasn’t going away. Shooting him an exasperated look deliberately, and turned back to look the wand motion with precision. “Alright, alright. This is better, right? I’m positive it’s not working, you’re still looking at me, stop looking- it’s making it worse, honestly.” He hated to be picked apart with a fine tooth comb, causing him to hold his breath.

“Did I get it yet?” He was positive a few minutes had passed since the intrusion into the (nearly) empty Charms classroom. “I’ll take success in the halves at this rate,” the tension crawling through his spine, nearly waiting for Terry to burst out into laughter for a response. A moment longer, and before evaluation could occur, he collapsed atop the table, buried into his own arms.

“It’s school. You’re given a bunch of information you won’t need to know.” Terry said bluntly. His own brain was full of useless information that his parents wanted him to know. The male could accurately recount the amount of floors of the ministry along with departments, and could even tell you heads of each department. That was useless. Realizing that Terry should watch his language came quickly, not wanting to make the male more visibly frustrated.

The movements were right but even Terry could see the moments of either frustration or anger that could cause the spell to not function properly. Protective spells were tricky and most wizards rarely got them on the first try. Commenting wasn’t going to help and Terry wasn’t going to let the man walk out of here in worse spirits than before. “We are going to get this, okay?” He said, moving from his spot on the table to sit next to the blonde. Terry smiled wide, trying to get the man to mimic it. “ Okaaaay?”

His gaze moved away from Greg. This is why Terry could never be a tutor because his methods were always wrong. Motioning was a pain to do but it did help in order for each incantation to become more muscle memory than anything. “I won’t look at you but I promise if you clear your mind and stop worrying about finishing the spell, it’ll help.” 

Greg was making progress, though he couldn’t see it. Each wand movement practice did bring progress with the small mistakes becoming less and less prevalent. “You’re doing better. You may not see it but you are.” These types of spells were hard, and he could see how someone could get frustrated when others made it seem easy. Patience was the key, and even Terry needed to work on that.

The next part of Teacher Terry was the repetition of the spell. “The trick part about these types of spells is that you have to repeat it exactly how you said it before.” Protection spells required the caster to say the spell exactly as before, without mistakes and with focus on the wand movement. “Again, you can say it as slow as possible and still get the job done. My mind works fast so even  I have to slow down.”  Terry smiled. ‘I promise, you have the wand movement down you really just need to have more confidence in your casting and just clear your mind. When your mind is cleared you’ll nail this.”

The red-head wanted to crack a joke but even he knew that there was a time to be serious. “Try it one more time. All out.” He had faith in Greg. The other male in him weren’t different that at times it took them longer to learn spells. Terry always had the push with his intelligence but there were moments that he had to practice longer than others.

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“..inimicum. Cave inimicum.” It was after class when he was found, slamming his wand down immediately with his mouth in a firm line. Inherently the incantation was absolutely wrong since he was still visible. His auror was probably laughing internally, but Gregory could not care.  Be on his best behavior and learn to ignore the handicap.  The truth was he had never paid attention to defensive spells and now he was paying for it.  He hadn’t realized his frustrations had gotten a hold of him until the volume of his voice had escalated and he was just shaking his wand up and down rather than in the proper movement.

Glancing up towards the interruption, he couldn’t really muster a smile at the moment out of exasperation. “Good chance right now that I could, but I probably wouldn’t be able to do the spell properly for that either.” He huffed as he rearranged his belongings in front of him before leaning back in his seat. “You can help by pretending you didn’t see that embarrassing act from yours truly.” 

By no conscious volition of his own, the wand was back in his hand and he was going through the motion of the spell again, this time nonspeaking. It reminded him of previous years, unable to properly execute spells and always falling behind in every course. The feeling of misery encompassed him in classes, with the friends of impatience and disappointment on his shoulders. "I have always been told I do not have attention to detail. I’d take a break, but if I took one everytime I failed at something, my entire life would be no work and all play.”

Putting the wand down, Gregory interlaced his fingers, sighing back into his seat, wondering why the other had approached him in daylight hours. It was a curious musing, for he too had contemplated the different outcomes if they had passed by one another in school.

1. Pretend he did not see Terry and walk away. 2. Pretend as if the meeting never occurred and act all confused if approached. 3. Say hello like a normal courteous human being.

Granted, there were different variables that would have made one option happen instead of any other option. Call him a git if you want. Not that he lived under anyone’s thumb or anything of that sort, and his acquaintances were not here right now so other prospects were thrown out the window as he welcomed Terry’s presence.  

Terry could already spot one of many problems Greg was facing with the spells. With the grit of his teeth, he attempted to think of ways to nicely tell him what he had been doing wrong. His skills with reading the facial expression of others was below average but he could still tell that Greg was not in nirvana right now.

Sitting on the desk across from where Greg had been practicing, his arms went into a fold while listening. Charms weren’t just a walk in the ball park and it would take him several tries before getting the spell down. Many enchantments, incantations, and charms had been memorized from the many hours of practicing along with wand movements his parents would make him practice with sticks located outside their home.  “Too late, Greg. But I’ll be able to help you because I can see what you’re doing wrong.” He smiled, trying to bring some light to the situation. “You’ll be able to hide from me when I get done helping you. Master it and I won’t be able to smell you.” Chuckling, the second he realized his comment was slightly odd he clarified what he meant. “That’s just...a variation of the spell if you do it well enough.”

Greg looked as if he’d been defeated, and the multiple attempts after caused Terry’s smile to alter between concerned and happy. The nervous feeling of warmth behind his ears stemmed from wondering exactly what he was going to say. Oddly enough he didn’t understand why in the back of his mind he felt the need to go easy on someone when he had no qualms against it before.

“Sometimes you just have to ask for help, Greg.” Terry was smart but he had to stop and realize at times that going alone at something was not the best option. Stubborn is what he was and he realizes he needs help when he’s already frustrated and ready to give up. 

Pulling out his wand, he began to show the process of completing the spell.  “Skyward flourish is how your hand is supposed to move with the wand. The spell is one that you have to be dead on with and you have to have a calm mind and body otherwise the slightest movement hinders your ability to perform it.” Going over the movement a few times, he looked at Greg with a smile. “There’s kinda a trick to where if you do it slower than usual the trick gets done. Trust me, I had big problems with this one too because I was rushing.” 

Terry kept moving his wand in the air with the proper movements just to get Greg on the right track hoping that starting small would be a big benefit. “Are you just going to sit there or are you going to try this? This sooner you get this, it’ll be easier to play hide and avoid Terry.”

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The boy raised an eyebrow at him as he mentioned his parents. “What?” he chuckled. “How could you even be able to forget that?” he said as he shook his head. Ernie was too literal. Exaggerations and sarcasm went from one ear to the other without really making sense in his head. 

The how you’ve been question was following every student at Hogwarts. After all, they were all either busy fighting back or busy leaving as far as they could. Gathering and seeing the same familiar faces was quite bizzare but at least it gave them a small sense of normality. “I’ve been….alright” he said simply. “Is still weird being back but I don’t regret it.” Honestly, he could stay much time around his parents now. They seemed to be in a whole different world than the one he was living in. “If you’re going to do that, I’ll catch you every time” he said with a proud smirk. “Just so you can keep that in mind.” From all prefects, the one that took their duty to a whole different level, was Ernie. Sarcasm could go over his head but he was a great liar detector and his eyes never missed a detail. Most people found him annoying because of this but most of them were already used to it as well.

Terry couldn’t tell if Ernie was kidding or not. He knew that the male was one of the smartest if not the smartest Hufflepuff. Mouthing the word “wow” it took everything in him to not start laughing at that moment. “I’m..not..being serious.” 

“I know how you feel. I’m getting a lot more freedom here than before, it’s weird like you said.” Terry knew that everyone was still recovering from the war and the question was more of a formality. Out of everyone he’s asked that question to only a few people have given him a response that wasn’t just a few short words to hide from the truth. “You’re adorable.” He teased, referring to the fact that he believes that Terry can easily get caught. The trouble he involved himself into was beyond causing direct problems with others. Terry was not loud about what he did but he did have fun doing it. “If this makes any difference, you’re my favorite Hufflepuff because you give me a run for my money in class.”

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Lily nodded at the words of Terry. “I know. I’m those Elves very grateful for that.” She had started out the year in the open hallways of the castle. However after the first times of torture, she had given in to the safety that the Room of Requirement gave the students. It had been a strange situation, a terrifying situation as well. The Room had expended more and more with the more students that searched for a save place.

The Gryffindor had to chuckle at the Common Room Riddle knowledge that Terry threw at her. “You shouldn’t have said that to me. I would’ve believed you right away that it was something of yourself.”

Terry wasn’t going to let himself get away with those types of amazing riddles, though he could come up with something if he had long enough time. The boy shrugged, laughing at the girl’s belief in his skills. “I know that I’m smart but I’m no proverb.” The Common Room has only managed to stump me once and it managed to piss him off for the rest of the day. “Glad you have that much faith in me, that’s more than anything I could ask for.”

He tapped his fingers along the desk to some song that he head during the summer and couldn’t remember. “This is the perfect time to go practice my guitar but knowing me I won’t get any of the work I need done.” Terry rubbed at the back of his neck. “Any special hobbies you have?”

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Oliver was keenly aware of how Terry’s words sounded, it actually made him grin and shake his head.  He knew what he meant though, and that was what mattered.  It made the situation even better though as Terry tried to correct himself.  It was like watching a man try and get out of a hole by digging deeper. “I’ll remember mate, thanks.” He said, holding half a pretzel up in cheers.  Oliver leaned back in his chair. “They have to go don’t they?”

“I’m not denying that they saw some shit, but they didn’t really have to endure anything. I mean, they’re not even alive so what do they feel? If anything?”  Something that pissed Oliver off was when people who didn’t have a lot of involvement in the war tried to complain about the effects it had on them.  There was one girl who was complaining because she had to have a death Eater over for dinner during Christmas and she said that is was so incredibly awkward.  He just rolled his eyes.  While he was sure it was uncomfortable, other people had a lot worse stories to tell.

Oliver’s eyes were glued on the book as soon as Terry pulled it out.  I should probably read that. He thought.  It would be some good knowledge t retain for the academy.  “Why did they make you read it that many times? That’s insane.” He asked, then pointed at the book. “Did you get that from the library or is it yours?”

“I normally just turn them in and without record it’s like they never needed to go.” He shrugged. Detentions were something he didn’t hang out too much or people would not respect him and not like him. Terry was the type of person who valued what other people thought of him way too much and it shouldn’t be a factor in his work but it sadly was.

Trying to avoid any argument, Terry nodded in agreement. Oliver wasn’t wrong in any way, as the portraits weren’t directly affected by anything. If anything it was easier for them the more Terry thought about it because no one was directly going after them. He admired Oliver’s ability to see a side Terry never considered. Again, it was Terry’s downfall when it came to his childish way of thinking. “And even after the war it seems that our portrait hasn’t given any sympathy on riddles. The other day some first years were doing it by themselves for the first time and had a riddle that took me a moment.

“My parents library at home. They gave me about 10 or so books to pack and read for the next few months.” He swore that his parents would find sections that they knew Terry would glance over. Apparently the ministry would quiz on these books for the department his parents wanted him working and he never contested it.  “Normally I skim and get lucky but it’s my last year so I know they’ll try and hold something over me while I’m here. Just wait until they find out I’m not only interested in girls. That’ll be a shitstorm.”

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Terry weekdays were often busy. Though he didn’t spend nearly as much time studying as other Ravenclaws, there came a point to where Terry would be so bored that he would have no other choice but to study. Hermione Granger was his unofficial rival though she was smarter than him and more than likely unaware she was at competition with him. The girl impressed Terry when he worked closely with her during their 5th year, especially when she was accomplishing spells that even Terry admitted were difficult at their level. Each and everyday Terry wondered why that girl wasn’t in Ravenclaw, but then he was reminded over her courage and willingness to stand out among a crowd.

A few hours felt like days. Potions class was supposed to be easy and one of the subjects Terry excelled in hands-down, but Slughorn seemed to have changed his game and made the class to where Terry had to study on occasion. A quick stretch followed by a yawn was the result of studying, and Terry could feel himself slowly drift off to sleep realizing that he couldn’t sit still for any longer or he’d pass out right in the library. Terry snored in his sleep and didn’t want to draw attention to himself.

After collecting all of his items, Terry walked out of the library with his satchel at his side and Prefect badge clipped on to avoid people directly talking to him as he made his way to the Great Hall for a snack. This was the best time to eat as food often woke Terry up enough and gave him the energy to move throughout the day. Many wizards turn to coffee, but Terry knew that he was already full of energy and an added boost would have the boy bouncing from wall to wall.

Just as he was walking past the Charms Classroom, Terry heard a familiar voice citing a certain incantation several times in an increasingly frustrated tone. Part of Terry wanted to keep walking, but he knew that there could have possibly been some bubbling situation happening that needed to be diffused. Without making much noise Terry peaked his head into the room to spot Greg Goyle attempting to use a spell. 

“You’re not gonna breathe fire, are ya?” He teased, drawing attention to himself while giving the other male a toothy grin. The last time they saw one another was their life chat near the lake outside of Hogwarts. Terry has mentally recovered from that talk and was back to the comedic and childish person that he was. “Do you need help? I’m no Hermione Granger but there has to be something I can do.”

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“I have very strange dreams.” Daphne explained with a nod. She was not like most people considering how protected and spoiled she is. Never did she had to work for anything. Never did she get into arguments with people or dream bad things. Things came to her on a silver platter without even having to ask. “Well. I have been told that dreams and nightmares are a way of our subconsciousness dealing with things.” She didn’t really know what that means but its sounds like it’d be right.

His teasing tone caused her to grin. Most of the time she’d rather joke around and have fun with a friend rather then talk about sad things. Anyway, she was known for her sunny personality and who would she be if she didn’t try to make the school just a bit lighter. “Of course! It really was amazing.” She grinned.

“I think you could be some big artist if you truly wanted to.” Daph winked as she nudged his shoulder with hers. Terry is quite the rock and roll name if you think about it.” She giggled lightly. “Besides. How can they see into the future? If you become a big thing, you must dedicate a song to me. Make it about how my hair flows like the rays of the sun. Or how my eyes sparkle like chocolate diamonds.” Daphne joked.

Terry was never into dream interpretation and never understood how a dream he had once where he was doing macaroni art could be his brain’s way of telling him something. He shrugged, not denying her claim because there could be some truth to it. “Well, my brain really needs to get over it because I need my beauty sleep.”

The boy was glad to be back at Hogwarts. Isolation was not a fun time for him along with listening to his parents nag about him needing to leave the house from time to time. Terry was tempted to visit his relatives in America but his parents were still worried about Death Eaters, though he knew it was just an excuse for him to not leave their sights. 

“We both know I’d let the fame get to my head.” To be honest, he would and he couldn’t imagine having that amount of pressure. Song-writing and music was more of a hobby, and acted as an outlet for him. The minute it became about money is when it would just become a job he would grow tired of. “Terry and the Bootners.” He chuckled. “I can make a song about you right now if you want. It won’t be good but it’s something fun.”

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It was as close as Gregory had come to having a cordial conversation with someone else from another house, exclusion of the very short-lived affiliation with MacMillan that did not count for substance any longer. He knew the notion was not required, but was appreciative that Terry would not disclose of his sentiments to others. Vincent and Gregory’s relationship had been so close, brothers after birth, that it felt as if for the remainder of his life he may carry the loss forever. “That choice felt right at the time. And logically, it would seem fit as the right decision now. Even if she condemns you with every passing by she gets. That is a pity, but she should understand one day the amount of importance your decision has affected her, in more ways good than bad. Would she prefer to perish with him? I do not understand. We are only school-kids after all, granted we were forced to grow up faster than most. I would think that people from ten years ago did not suffer the same way. You should not feel about what you did." 

As he sat on the ground with Terry, the breeze of early September was pleasant. This would not last forever. But he did not feel permanence in this. Perhaps tomorrow, they would be mere strangers again in the halls and he would be alright with that. The Ravenclaw’s parents were driving him batty even through hearsay. He recoiled, look of repulsion on his face. "What do they want you to be, Head Boy, being the Potions professor, and being the head of 3 different clubs?”

Smiling at Terry’s compliment, it felt cheeky, like he was a child again back when people were delicate and stated things subtly to him rather than abruptly. He hesitated at the mention of American movies- a mental harking, as if old systems within him pulsed at the idea of muggleborns and otherwise, and it seemed inappropriate to question it now. After all this, he honestly felt that what nurture does can withhold nature. “We are still young in age. I am glad that several can still feel their age, and not act as if we have to be in our fourties.” His own comments sickened him in a way, not understand fully why he was worried about the general community. “I think I’m past that point. If only.” He smiled wistfully, sitting upwards and away from the bark, hands clasped between his knees. 

“Sorry, are you getting tired? It is late. We can walk back if you’d like.” Preference was towards his conversation instead of lying awake in his bed, but they had no obligations towards one another. “It’s going to be a long year, so I’m sure we’ll have more opportunities to–” Unsure of what to label this as, he resorted to a strange wave of his hand for a replacement word.

Terry knew there wasn’t much he could do, but that didn’t stop his idiot brain from spending countless hours of brain power attempting to think of hundreds of scenarios where he might have saved the boy’s life. “It’s one of those moments where you know you couldn’t have done anything but you still spend time believing that there’s something that could be done.” His mind was wired in a utilitarian way, doing the most good for the widest amount of people. Terry also did his part in avoiding the girl but somehow she managed to turn up more than he would like. 

Rolling his eyes, he knew that even with all those accomplishments it would never be enough until he met the end goal. “I could bring my parents the entire world and they would be angry I didn’t bring them the universe.” Terry fell completely backwards at the end of his sentence, as his parents ignorance never seemed to make any sense to him.

The comment about staying young in a world where they were being forced to grow up was new to Terry as his maturity was brought up more times than he could count. It was the first time he’d heard something along those lines from another person. “You probably just said something to me that’s among the nicest I’ve heard.” After sitting back up, Terry found a rock next to him and decided to completely stand up in order skip it across the lake. “If you ever need some help being childish, hit me up. I’d like to think I’m an expert.”

When Terry skipped the rock, another yawn escaped from him. He was happy just to be tired. Either the talking of his life or being up for longer than 18 hours was hitting him but he wasn’t complaining. Terry extended his hand for Greg to grab while he was talking, trying to figure out how he was going to end his sentence. “We probably should. I have to record how my patrol went and that takes more time than you would think.” When Greg took his hand to stand up, Terry waited until he was fully on his feet before they started walking. “We will have more opportunities to not finish our sentences.” Terry chuckled. “I’m kidding. Hell yeah we can do this again.”

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“That would be the most plausible explanation of all. I was responsible for an embarrassing mass accumulation of points for being out in the halls during the earlier years at Hogwarts. Always sneaking out from the kitchens.” A few minutes passed on- Terry talked on.

“It is alright to not be okay. We are left to pick up the pieces and move on. Some people, better on than others. But some people have less emotional attachments to things. I…” Gregory had a sharp feeling of dismay- looking quickly at Terry, as though for a distraction. “I used to be one of those people. If I didn’t see Vincent die- I don’t know if I’d have half the problems I’ve got now.” His words were staccato, clipped at the syllables. He hadn’t admitted that to anyone. It felt cowardly. He hadn’t the chance to tell mum how he felt, hadn’t seen her since the aftermath, and he didn’t feel the particular need to announce it to any of his Slytherin folk. The undertone of Terry’s words were comfortable, and he withdrew his hesitation slightly towards the other from their continuation of conversation. He sincerely hoped that this would not come in betrayal, despite the edge of possibility that it could always happen. Be wary of those you trust, his father had always told him- essentially, trust halfheartedly.

“I see. I thought my parents were strict but your case is er, unique. I have a friend who is going through something similarly.  And it sounds miserable. Pray tell, you’re probably in arithmancy and all those fun courses. Godric forbid that you were not housed in Ravenclaw but in another lessor deemed house.” He pinched at his nose. “Love shouldn’t be objective." 

When the subject of certain secrecy came about, Gregory could relate. He was the same way, but not towards his parents, moreso to his friends and everyone in his house. His parents probably did know him inside and out. What he enjoyed, how poor his grades were in certain courses, even little things such as wanting to punch out Weasley back in second year (yes, he wrote to his mum about that, could you imagine-), but his friends would only know the veneer he wanted displayed. All the decay underneath could be for his eyes only. "You’ve got to live your life. They won’t be here forever, but you will be here for the entirety of your life. So I commend that. Everyone’s got to have a few skeletons left in the closet.”

When Greg mentioned his best friend dying, Terry realized their deep chatting wasn’t completely at some standstill. The whole ordeal was one that most people believed was big instance of karma, and Terry never thought about the flip-side of Greg losing his best friend. He sat up, knowing exactly what it was like to see someone die in front of him. The person that Terry saw die was not a person he knew or ever encountered, but it still had a big impact on him along with a girl who was close to the guy. “Life has an awful way of taking people from you.”  Terry muttered thinking back to watching several of his classmates die, them being reasons why he had such a hard time sleeping some nights. “I made the choice of saving someone who still blames me for not saving her already screwed boyfriend. We were surrounded by Death Eaters and his lower body was being crushed by the rocks.” Terry didn’t have the skills or energy to save themselves along with himself. “I grabbed her and didn’t even stay with her for long. She’s alive and constantly gives me dirty looks.” Guilt wasn’t something Terry felt often in such cases as these as logically he made the better choice, but he still felt awful. “And I won’t tell anyone what you’ve told me, I swear.” Terry looked Greg in the eyes, assuring him that he wouldn’t.

“I took that course during my Third-Year. Right now I’m..not exactly in the courses my parents want me taking this year but they think I am..” Terry embarrassingly rubbed at the back of his own neck, the red tint in his face showing.  “Ravenclaw is in my families blood, honestly surprised we don’t start bleeding blue.” He sighed. “Don’t know if you’ve realized this, but you’re..really good at giving advice Greg.” Terry stated honestly. “You should look into charging galleons for this.” That last statement was more of a joke but these talks were a good way of getting things out.

One day Terry was going to have to cut the chord but he wasn’t exactly ready for that right now. Independence was something that Terry lacked, along with the courage to directly stand up to his parents. That’s a huge reason why Terry knew he could never be a Gryffindor, because in the end, he didn’t have the courage to stand up to people who had more control over his life than anything else.  “I’m still a kid. The day I become mature enough to not act so childish toward everything will be the day I break away from my parents. Part of me hopes they have some type of revelation, we make up, and walk off into the sunset like the cliche American movies.”

Terry leaned his head back against the tree, cracking a smile at Greg. The whiteness of his teeth were showing along with a genuine wave of happiness hitting him. “Talking like this is tiring, isn’t it?”