Current mood:	calm
Current music:	lady madonna - The Beatles

Who: Terry and you!
What: Um...talking and Terry's going to the Room of Requirement
Where: Corridor going to The Room of Requirement because he's rad and knows where it is from the DA meetings.
When: Saturday morning
Why: Well why not? He needs to be social



Terry rolled out of bed, his hair sticking up every which way, and set his feet down on the carpet. Rubbing his eyes, he looked at his clock and saw it was nine thirty. He heaved a sigh and pulled on his black warm up pants, his grey sweater, and Muggle Nike shoes. He'd bought them over the summer, and found they were rather comfortable. When he stood up, his pants hung over the shoes, barely letting them show, and they moved towards the door. When he saw the first year boys who'd ruined his shirt, he grinned and pulled out his wand. Muttering, "Petrificus totalus." Out of the three, one woke. "Bye." Terry said and waved to him, waggling his fingers with a grin. The boy squirmed, but couldn't get up and saw a scared look on his face. He was tired, but he felt a sense of humor coming out already. He had to work on homework, and he wanted to get it done before lunch. Terry had found out that working in the Room of Requirement worked rather well, no one bothered him, and it had all of his needs. The dark haired boy saw his papers strewn about on one of the tables in the Common Room, and grinned when he remembered picking on the Hermione. He knew it was mean, but, it was fun and boys needed to have fun. He reached for the papers, tucked them into his bag, and heaved his bag over his shoulder. Terry started out the door, but paused at the notice board. Grinning, he pulled out a piece of parchment, he scrawled, "The Hermione Granger, got a detention in her First year at Hogwarts." Tacking it up on the board he nodded and ran his fingers through his hair to calm it down, but failed.

When he'd finished breakfast, he started towards the hallway leading to the entrance of The Room of Requirement. He remembered how to get in from when Harry started Dumbledore's Army and tought some of the students some hexes, curses, and spells they'd need to know if they wanted to defend themselves. When he thought of Dumbledore he bit at his lip and heaved a sigh. He missed Dumbledore, he liked him being the Headmaster. He was so laid back, loyal, and kind to someone if they got in trouble. Terry felt a smile pulling at his lips when he remembered the troll being the restrooms his first year. Everyone went mad, screaming, running, but he calmed them all down, and told them quietly to go back to their Common Rooms. He laughed softly and then heard footsteps behind him, padding softly down the hallway. Glancing back, he saw a shadow of someone, and felt his hair. Great, it was still sticking up.