8.
[Hexed Private]
And who's to say that you wouldn't still having a smashing time despite all those trivialities? I know I'd be amused watching their reactions. Come now, where's your sense of adventure?

...I shouldn't even be considering this. It's ridiculous, at best, and potentially lethal, at worst.

...But I bloody hate it here, and it's easier than going home with my tail between my legs. Not that I'd be too opposed to doing so, at this point. I'd be miserable, sure, but it's pretty clear, to me, that I have no semblance of a clue how to run my life so that I don't fuck everything up ten times over, and going home offers me the solution of just not having to think about a goddamn thing. And I may not get to really be Terry, but I hate being Terry anyway, and it's never been more obvious to me that Dad was right about me never being able to make it without the family...

And it's not as though I'm really doing anything for the Order. It's not as though I ever have. They wouldn't miss me. Some of them would probably be glad to be rid of me. It'd just make it easier for them to rescue Saint Draco and go about the business of redeeming him. And if I'm going to be miserable any way it goes, then why not be miserable where I'm materially comfortable and don't have to think about the so-called "real world?" The real world's only ever been depressing anyway.

I really suggest you get out more, Boot, even if it isn't to my party. Even undesirables on the run should explore their horizons, I say.

...I shouldn't be considering this.

[Hexed to Anthony, Michael, Sal, Ernie, & Theodore.]
...I think Blaise just invited me to his party on Saturday.

...What do I do?

[Mistakenly Left Public]
...Bollocks to all of this; I want to go home.