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Name: Terrence “Terry” Medard Francis Boot.
Nominal Significance: Terrence is a form of Terence, which is derived from the Roman family name, Terentius; meaning is unknown. Medard is his parentally-given middle name, of uncertain meaning but derived from Saint Medard of Noyon, patron saint of captives, the imprisoned, the mentally ill, and good weather. Francis is his Confirmation name, picked because of Saint Francis of Assisi, patron saint of the environment, environmentalists, animals, pacifists, families, and those who die alone. And Boot, obviously, is his family name.

Birthday: March 20th, 1980
Age: 20
Sign: Pisces/Aires Cusp.
Former House: Ravenclaw.
Wand: An Ollivander's creation; thirteen and a half inches of Cedar, cored with the heartstrings of an Antipodean Opaleye. His wand is springy, pliable, and very good for charms and jinxes.
Bloodline: Pure back for at least thirteen generations, and very likely more. Ask him and he can recite the family tree back for said thirteen generations and give you a few sentences of background on each family member. Not that he necessarily fancies this idea or that he’ll do it for anyone but a very good friend, but he can still do it. Oh, the joys of Jesuitical education and its permanence.

Patronus: Never having successfully conjured one, he doesn’t actually know; what he has conjured, though, usually tends to resemble a rather large, tabby housecat.

Boggart: Since time immemorial (rather, about when he got over his fears of the dark and nifflers residing under the bed), Terry’s worst fear has been weakness and subjugation, especially his own. Keeping with this, his Boggart takes the shape of a House Elf being injured by an unseen hand. No matter how many injuries the elf sustains, the unseen hand keeps lashing out against it and the elf won’t just die.

Mirror of Erised: Terry would see himself happy, with a family. Not necessarily his own, biological family (though his mother would be present), but just a collection of people he could call a family.

OWLs: Charms: O
Transfiguration: O
Potions: O
Defense Against the Dark Arts: E
Astronomy: E
History of Magic: E
Herbology: O
Ancient Runes: E
Arithmancy: O
Divination: E

NEWTs: Charms: O
Transfiguration: O
Potions: O
Defense Against the Dark Arts: E
History of Magic: O
Ancient Runes: O
Arithmancy: O
Herbology: E
Divination: O

Political View: Terry’s parents, Mary and Valerian Boot, fall into three categories that lend themselves to a rigid way of thinking: wealthy, Roman Catholic, and Pureblood. As they fell into said categories, they also fell into the habit of trying to indoctrinate their five children to think the same way. They were never Death Eaters themselves, but they supported the Dark Lord and attempted to teach their children to do the same. This indoctrination went very, very well with Terry’s older brothers, Phillip and Jacob, and has since gone well with the younger twins, but Terry, along with being the middle kid, happened to be the rebel. While everyone else in his family believes in the power of old money, the superiority of the pure of blood (Jacob has since joined the Resistance Squad), the Pope, and all that rubbish, Terry’s more of a free-thinker. Despite being a Confirmed Roman Catholic, he identifies more as a “militant agnostic” (his motto being, “I don’t know and you don’t either”), and despite being raised in a wealthy, Capitalist family, he’d ideally prefer a system of democratic socialism and has been known to do things like give more of his paycheck to the less fortunate than he keeps for himself.

In terms of war politics, Terry is about as anti-Death Eaters as someone can be. He thinks that all the old, Pureblood ideals are utter rubbish and should only be studied in order to educate people about how and why they’re wrong. After much internal debate, he finally decided against joining the Order of the Phoenix around Halloween, 1998, but he remains rather vocally supportive of them. He doesn’t particularly condone violence, but there is that convenient “Eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth” part of the Bible, and the Death Eaters have done more than enough to deserve violence back at them. Granted, Terry knows that “an eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind,” but if violence is the only thing that will make Death Eaters stop, then he can get behind it. Recently, he’s been reconsidering his decision not to join the Order, but not enough to make him seek out any members and ask to be initiated.

Sexuality: As long as it’s taken him to admit and come to terms with it, Terry is very, very homosexual. He started noticing the “signs,” as they were, when he was about ten years old, and developed his first crush at eleven, on his priest’s nephew. Still being a devout little Catholic boy at this point, he did the devout little Catholic boy thing, that being consult the Bible, and then proceed to get out his parents’ book of patron saints, find the ones associated with sexual temptation, and start praying. Naturally, prayers to God, the Father, the Almighty took up a large part of his time, but there were also some pretty fervent prayers to Saint Mary Magdalene (who nominally protects against sexual temptation and helps to reform those who seek reform), Saint Mary Aegyptica (who basically does the same thing as Magdalene), Saint Margaret of Cortona (who basically does the same thing as the previous two, with the added element of assisting the mentally ill), Saint Bedard (for more assistance with the “mentally ill” thing), Saint Francis of Assisi (who isn’t really related to Terry’s struggle with his homosexuality, but Terry identified with him and thought he’d help), and Saint Augustine of Hippo (author of the Confessions; also, unrelated to Terry’s problem, but wee Terry figured that he’d lived a pagan, hedonistic life, but reformed, and could probably help reform someone else).

Needless to say, this didn’t do anything for Terry, though he thought it might have helped when Father George’s nephew moved to London with his widowed mother. He became a pretty regular fixture at Father George’s weekly confessions, concluding that, maybe, if he kept confessing, God might get the message that he didn’t want this spiritual affliction and it would go away. It didn’t and, once he got to Hogwarts, he was quite sure that he was going to die from temptation before he’d made it through a week of classes. Eventually, he calmed down enough to: a. develop a crush on Anthony Goldstein, and b. tell his new friends that he thought Something Was Wrong with him. The latter happened midway through second year and kicked off the long process of changing Terry’s mind about his sexual preferences. It was no doubt grueling for everyone else involved, and on more than one occasion, Terry used a break to run to Father George, utterly confused and not at all sure that this was the right idea, but change happened, eventually.

These days, Terry is mostly fine with his sexuality. Mostly. The big problem with being raised Roman Catholic and not doubting it until late is that most of it’s become habit for him at this point and, though he’s broken himself of most of said habits, he still has moments when he wonders if he made the wrong choice and might be sending himself to Hell for living his life the way he wants to. At least, these moments usually pass quickly. Additionally, he doesn’t outright tell people that he’s gay until he’s pretty sure that they won’t suddenly turn into his dear, sweet mum about it and holds that this doesn’t make him the gay Judas. As far as women are concerned, he had a string of attempted relationships with girls during school, most of whom figured out what was up after a month or the first snog, whichever came first. Anymore, he just likes girls as friends, though, as an art appreciator, he can see the aesthetic appeal of a woman if she has the right lighting and artistic conditions. It is, however, a wholly intellectual/artistic interest, and trying to get anywhere with him, if you’re of the female persuasion, is entirely pointless.

His “type,” as close as it comes to existing, leans more towards the young man’s nonphysical attributes. After all, what’s the point of having James Dean if he’s just going to drool when you start trying to talk about deep, serious things? He absolutely needs someone smart, unless he’s drunk and cruising, in which case cheap wit will work just fine. He needs someone sensitive, but not to the point that he starts sobbing over seeing a dog hit by some mad Muggle in an automobile or something such as that. And someone fun would be nice. Terry doesn’t, by his own admission, have enough fun. Physically, he prefers someone taller or, at least, stronger than he is; he likes tall, dark, handsome, leather jackets, and the general “bad boy” mystique. He can’t really say that he approves of his own leanings, but Terry does have an incredibly strong attraction to “bad boys,” “tortured artists,” and anyone who could be potentially deemed “misunderstood.”

Appearance: In what he jokingly calls “the positive side effects of Pureblood inbreeding” (despite evidence that only a few cousins on his mother’s side are inbred), Terry is incredibly pretty, albeit a bit awkwardly so. He hasn’t had a horribly athletic lifestyle since leaving school, but Terry has made an effort to not let that get the better of him. He stands at just barely 6’2” and usually weighs about 140 pounds, with his natural bent towards athleticism having taken a hit from his late nights at the Daily Prophet offices, his paycheck-to-paycheck lifestyle, and his occasional bouts of general self-neglect. Whenever the subject comes up, he’ll say he’s fine and, for the most part, he is. He’s a little skinny and underfed, but he’s in no danger from it at this point and makes efforts to ensure that he never will be. He regards his face as his best feature, followed by his hair; the former is generally quite well-crafted, and the latter is a neutral shade of brown, leaning towards the darker end of the spectrum. He has high cheekbones and large, expressive blue eyes (though they usually just look sort of blasé), and his pale pink skin creates a sharp contrast with his hair. On most days, he styles his hair to look effortlessly apathetic about how it’s being worn, and, other days, he just lets it alone. The overall effect is essentially the same.

Despite no longer living with his parents and no longer having the finances to dress like a rich boy, Terry hasn’t really bought any new clothes since he got his job at the Prophet. Some things (alright, a lot of things) he has are a little too loose on him, but he usually doesn’t mind employing transfiguration to make them less so. When he mingles with Muggles, he dresses simply, but not badly, usually favoring trousers, simple tops, and nice shoes. In either circle, he likes blue and black best of the available colors, and most of his clothes are in either of these colors.
PB: Boris Kolesnikov.
Photos: one, two, three, four, five.

Personality: When you first meet him, Terry comes off as, pretty much, your average nice guy – perhaps more intelligent than the average nice guy, a little wittier, and more charming, but, still, at the end of it, just a very nice, well-meaning bloke who doesn’t really intend to harm anyone, ever. He’s a good listener, he smiles a lot, his comments are all either productive or witty, he’s impeccably polite, and that’s usually where most people stop caring. And this view of him is mostly correct. Mostly. If you’re just going to deal with him on an occasional basis, then there’s really no reason to think of him as anything but that nice proofreader with the nice smile who tells the funny jokes. He’d appreciate it if you thought that about him as opposed to actually investing thought in his existence, his tics, et cetera.

It really isn’t that Terry’s a loner – on the contrary, he quite enjoys the company of other people and usually looks his happiest when he’s flitting around a large party, socializing with as many people as possible – but he doesn’t get very deep into relationships that often. After everything that his parents did, which ranged from “raising him to believe that Muggleborns are scum when they clearly aren’t” to “insisting that he needed an exorcism when they found out that he fancies boys,” he doesn’t trust complete strangers easily. After all, they could be a Death Eater, but, more to the point, if your own family can be so horrible to you for circumstances beyond your control, then anyone can do just about anything else to you. This does cause relationship troubles for him across the board, though he has little trouble keeping his friends safe from it. It’s a lot easier to protect them than he would’ve ever wagered, but, he figures, it makes sense; they did help him get over his Pureblood supremacy, Catholicism, and compulsive attempts to make himself straight, after all.

One thing that neither War nor reasonable friends could cure Terry of, though, was his idealism. He really can’t help it, but he always tries to see the best in things, or to find a way in which a situation could end well, et cetera. This hope for things to get better is basically what keeps him getting out of bed in the morning, though he does have Those Days when he just doesn’t feel like getting up. Still, though, he knows that he has to go meet the day and hopes it improves from Current Situation of The Day. Along with his idealism is his imagination which, when coupled with his amazing intuition, is basically why he consistently did well in Divination. He may or may not actually have The Gift, in Professor Trelawney’s words, but he got an Exceeds Expectations on the OWL and an Outstanding on the NEWT, and there’s a pretty high rate of his predictions coming true, and some people believe that his great-grandfather was an actual Seer.

Granted, most of these people are within the family and conveniently ignore that Great-Grandpa Peter was eventually handed over to the mental healers at St. Mungo’s. Still, for all the family history, Terry mostly just rolls his eyes at the suggestion that he has The Gift; there are more important things to worry about, and he’s mostly just into divination because it’s fun. Never mind the deck of Tarot cards that’s permanently in his back pocket; that’s just there in case someone wants him to make up a reading for him or her. Other things, though, Terry will pursue with the zeal formerly reserved for his devotion to Catholicism. Usually, said things are entirely trivial, like some new fashion trend, provided he can afford it. He firmly holds that he’s not fickle as much as he is sporadically passionate; really, these two states of being are the same thing.

Then there’s the dark side of Terry, which only starts with “he’s too damn smart for his own good.” The real world, he’s learned, is quite cruel and, while he’s entirely capable of dealing with it in a grown up fashion, he doesn’t always like doing so. Under most circumstances, he’s willing to step up with little to no prodding, but, if he’s been having a bad [indistinct time period here], or whatever needs his attending to is too much for him, or any number of other reasons, then he will start to withdraw, ignore things, and go looking for some escape, any escape. When he feels really poorly, he finds it by getting piss drunk and having sex with some bloke he just met. However, since this leaves him hung over and feeling like nine different kinds of hell, he has other methods of escapism; usually, when he wants to escape everything, he turns to books, his journals, writing, work, and taking long, aimless walks through London, usually through the park areas. Somehow, while not fully contemplating where he’s going, he rarely manages to get lost and, when he does, he finds his way home and/or back to work with almost unbelievable efficiency. It should be noted, since he turns to alcohol occasionally, that Terry isn’t an alcoholic. However, there is a family history of various addictions (most of them to alcohol) and he has inherited the addictive personality, so caution should be exercised in inviting him out for drinks. Granted, there have only been three public occasions when he threw back a few too many, but nevertheless.

Another problem with Terry is that he likes being liked more than the average person and will do just about anything, within some kind of reason, to make someone like him. The reason, though, is more absent than not. Want him to run errands for you? He’ll do so with a smile on his face and won’t even ask for a tip. Want him to send a message to your sweetheart? He’ll do that too. Want him to lick your boots? …That, he won’t do, but he’ll give them a spit-shine, if you like. Though he usually thinks before acting, Terry has been known to make horribly rash decisions because friendship was a presented offer. And, once he has a friend, he’ll do anything to keep him/her, even if it seriously violates his comfort zone. After all, the bonds of friendship run deeper than petty personal preferences. The only thing that he’d have difficulty with would be if some female friend asked him to kiss her, but he’d try his best to not be horribly awkward about it. Without really meaning to be, Terry is incredibly guilty of emotional manipulation, usually in the form of trying so hard to be liked that it eventually grows too hard to resist him. He’s been known to get other things out of similar circumstances, but the hallmark of all his manipulation is that he’s always completely unaware that he’s doing it.

In addition to trying too hard to please, Terry can be notoriously hard to please, albeit mostly in regards to himself. When it comes to things that he doesn’t do as well as others, he has no sense of proportion whatsoever. Furthermore, at the root of everything Terry-related, he is horribly, horrible unsure of everything. He has a pretty good idea of who he is, but he always gets himself confused about what it is he wants and, without really having that knowledge, he just sort of bounces from one moment in life to the next, trying (and failing) to really piece together a coherent narrative. He doesn’t know what his purpose is, he has no clue as to why he’s here, and he sort of misses his Catholicism mostly because it gave him a sense of those things. That said, he’s logically and personally opposed to going back to the Church, so he figures that he’ll have to find a purpose some other way. In the meantime, though, all of his flaws, however minute, are, in his mind, preventing him from succeeding in this ambition. He makes a point of acting confident around friends and strangers, but, while he’s alone, Terry can be ridiculously self-critical. He hasn’t done anything stupid while having a withdrawn, sullen self-criticism session, but that’s not to say that he couldn’t.

Likes: Existentialism and its literature (he has a particular fondness for Dostoevsky and Sartre), Marcel Proust, poetry, Quidditch, The Weird Sisters, violin music in pretty much any context, black and white photography, hot chocolate with a pinch of cinnamon, Kafka, Conrad, kittens (and he has one of his own, a little gray and white striped girl named Emma), vodka (if you’re going to drink, it’s best to go all out), understanding, Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, oolong tea, sweaters, nice journals

Dislikes: Nonsensical old Pureblood beliefs, extremists on any end, Rita Skeeter, most animals that aren’t kittens, things with big, nasty pointy teeth, warm weather, weak tea, his family

Hobbies: Keeping his journals, aimlessly walking all over London, complaining about Rita, reading, writing (usually, it’s of the short story variety, though he has made a few ventures into poetry), cooking Muggle-style, browsing Muggle art galleries, proofreading (not in the sense that he actually enjoys it, but that he spends much of his time doing it), sleeping (it’s a blessing, thank you very much), going to the Muggle cinema (almost invariably alone)

Parents: Mary (51) and Valerian (deceased at 58) Boot.
Siblings: Phillip (27; former Slytherin), Jacob (deceased at 23; former Slytherin), and the twins, Charles and Cecilia (10, turning 11 in June; yet to attend Hogwarts).
Others: Uncle Richard, Mum’s brother and a former Slytherin, was famously disowned for his homosexuality and for refusing to marry a nice, Pureblood girl and make nice, Pureblood babies; additionally, the family priest, Father George, is a cousin and former Hufflepuff.

Relationship with Parents: Not particularly good. Terry and his parents didn’t speak to each other for most of the time after he left school, ran away from home, and got himself disowned, but his mother attempted to reinstate communication between herself and Terry in July 2000. Shortly thereafter, Valerian and Jacob’s deaths, and Terry’s injury, in the Battle of the Ministry made her desire this communication even more, but, under Voldemort, that didn’t shape up how she wanted. She and Terry wrote each other briefly, but he soon found himself in trouble with the Ministry and ran to Grimmauld Place after sending a delightfully snarky note to one, Gwen Rivers.

Relationship with Siblings: Jacob and Terry never got along, and, for most of his childhood, Terry was absolutely terrified of his middle brother; Jacob had a terrible temper when he didn’t get his way and, since he was an easy target, Terry was often on the receiving end of it. He saw this as just the way things had to be until he got to school and his friends taught him that he didn’t have to take the way that Jacob treated him. After that, Terry openly resented Jacob and Jacob, in turn, resented being challenged by someone who was supposed to just shut his mouth and go along with everything. Phillip and Terry were never particularly close, due to the differences in their ages and Phillip’s focusing on his future instead of the present, but they do love each other… they just can’t talk at the moment because of who’s in charge and what’s happening as a consequence. The twins are one of Terry’s many weak spots; it hurt him to leave them when he left home, and he wants to be a part of their lives… eventually.


History: Back in the late sixties, Mary and Valerian Boot were married and began having children in Valerian’s family estate in Southampton. First, in 1973 came Phillip; Jacob followed him early in ’77; and, early in 1980, Terrence Medard Boot joined the ranks of “the Boot boys.” Phillip regarded baby Terry as something of a curiosity, seeing as he was a lot quieter than Jacob had been, and Jacob regarded him with some vague sort of jealousy, since the new guy needed a lot more attention than he did, which meant that Mummy was busy. Eventually, though, everyone fell into a pattern of getting along. Phillip, as the eldest, was the de facto leader of their little group of miscreants, Jacob was the good boy who earned all the adults’ trust, and Terry was the brains of the operation, once he got old enough. Until that, he was the yes man who could be swayed to one brother’s side over the other’s with the promise of Chocolate Frog cards.

In his younger and more vulnerable years, Terry was a model Pureblood boy, and the perfect third son. He listened when his parents, brothers, and/or private tutor talked to him. He spoke intelligently, but only when spoken to. He worked out the logic of what he was taught about Pureblood superiority, the power of a good Galleon, and religion, and then turned around and believed it. In fact, he was the most fervent believer in the family, which could have been quite terrifying, had his parents not encouraged it. The only thing that really kept him from being perfect was that he asked too many questions.

Somewhere in between birth and seven, he’d caught The Curiosity; he wanted to understand everything about the world around him, and, so help him, he was going to do that. If the adults in his life wouldn’t answer questions for him, he’d go off seeking answers in the Outside World… which usually ended with Phillip or Jacob being sent off on a search mission and dragging a mud-covered Terry home for a bath. As soon as he learned how to write, Terry began keeping meticulous journals of the events in his life. He still has said journals and keeps them in two cardboard boxes in his dingy, London flat.

All of his adventuring and eccentricity was fine and dandy, though, since Terry took all his sacraments like a good boy, did his private lessons like a good boy, tried his best to keep his accidental magic confined to his room like a good boy, and otherwise made his parents proud. …Then he started noticing boys in what he classified as The Wrong Way. After all, how could it have been right? He’d read the love poetry in the family library’s books! He was getting all the lightheadedness and funny feelings in his chest that were associated with love… but they were for boys. And he read the Bible! He listened in church! He knew what happened to boys who liked boys in The Wrong Way, and, though it varied from boy to boy, it usually tended to involve illegal drugs, terminal diseases, losing your personal connection with God, and going to the lake of fire when you died. Trying desperately to avoid this, he turned to ritualistic prayer and Confession, which didn’t do much at all to help him. Around this time, the twins came along and, though he didn’t have anything against them, he was just too preoccupied to care that much. He was, however, very grateful that they kept his parents distracted; they didn’t need to know what was going on with him. He was still a good boy, after all, and he was going to get over this… thing he’d picked up.

Finally, when he was eleven going on twelve, Terry received his Hogwarts letter and went off to join his older brothers at school. As a son of a Pureblood family, raised with Pureblood ideals, Terry was pretty much expected to wind up in Slytherin; this did not go as well as planned. Instead, he gave the Sorting Hat a bit of trouble. He wanted to be in Slytherin, since that would make his mum and dad proud, but such was not going to happen for him. The Sorting Hat recognized that young Terry was very, very different than his brothers and saw to it that his love of learning for its own sake went where it was best suited, Ravenclaw.

Terry spent most of his time at Hogwarts completely ignorant of Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. He’d heard the story, he’d read more about it, and he just really wasn’t that interested. So he was going to school with the boy who’d vanquished the Dark Lord, big deal. He had other things to deal with… like classes, for one thing, and Quidditch after second year (he joined the team as a reserve Keeper and, eventually, moved up to be starting Keeper and Captain in his seventh year), and his crisis of sexuality, which, in turn, led to all sorts of other fun things. If, as his friends put forth after second year, his parents had been wrong about that, then the chances were incredibly good that they’d been wrong about everything else too. Their rubbish politics were easy as pie to disprove, since the very existence of Hermione Granger completely disproved Pureblood superiority and they talked about Jesus, who talked about helping people, when their philosophy didn’t seem to include anything at all about helping people.

His religion and what it meant were harder to get rid of, though. When confronted about it, he more than willingly admitted that the Catholic Church and dogma didn’t synch up with that the Bible said, but, really, he didn’t think there were that many problems with Catholicism, at its core. After all, what did it say? Be a good person, do good things, unquestioningly praise an unseen deity that doesn’t answer your prayers, and love thy neighbor. Was there really anything wrong with that? Well… as Terry found out during his fourth and fifth years, yes. Yes, in fact, there was.

Mostly, it had to do with the unquestioning praise and unanswered prayers bit. Despite his and his friends’ attempts at curing him of the thought that he needed to be cured of his homosexuality, Terry had several short-lived attempts at relationships with girls during fourth and fifth years, all of which ended on the same note: she found him out and confronted him about it, he asked her not to tell, and she kept quiet about it. He also joined the Defense Association/Dumbledore’s Army in fifth year, prompted by his friend, Michael Corner, and how said friend was dating Ginny Weasley, who was friends with Harry Potter. Once there, Terry had to admit that he was impressed with how Harry could conjure a Patronus and how Hermione could perform a Protean Charm, but he still had other things he needed to worry about.

Like his little crisis. After his eighth try at a relationship with a girl and the realization that he still had a crush on Anthony (and one on Blaise Zabini, bless his good choices), Terry really had no choice but to accept that he’d been praying and getting nowhere. That summer, while the family was being happy for Jacob after he’d left school and gotten a job, and the War was raging, Terry went where he’d always gone: Father George. It was, admittedly, rather awkward, since most of their conversations took place with the confessional screen between them, but Terry managed to present a really good case for why he was turning his back on the Church. …This happened to coincide with the Twins finding his stash of journals and showing them to Mummy and Daddy. Mummy and Daddy were, naturally, quite displeased: even though he wasn’t the first son, he was still supposed to carry on the line, and he was perverted instead. The ensuing fit of dragging him down to church to talk to Father George basically ruined family life for him. This was basically the tipping point for him: his previously established case made perfect sense, but, so help him, once he was out of school, he was going to ditch his family and finally do things on his own terms.

In the meantime, though, he started “living out,” or as close to it as he could get while still technically living at home. Though he wasn’t especially forward about being gay, he’d got over his close-mindedness about it and even managed to have a few boyfriends. That said, most of his focus was still saved for the important things, those being school and Quidditch; this earned him a space in his class’s top five in sixth and seventh years, top marks on his NEWTs, and captainship of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team in seventh year. Even with his outstanding scores, Terry utterly refused to do anything with the Ministry. For him, it had too many ties to family, and it had proven to be bureaucratic and ineffective, even under Scrimgeour. After leaving school, he took the access to his Gringott’s account, changed the code, and moved to London. He got himself a dingy little flat in the predominantly Wizarding section of the city and a job proofreading at the Daily Prophet and, for a good, long while, he didn’t speak to his family. He fully intended to never speak to them again, but there were other things in store for him.

The first major upheaval for Terry was losing his job. As much as he hated proofreading for Rita Skeeter, he didn’t want to have to rely on the money he’d effectively stolen from his parents, and he didn’t want to be without a means to live on his own. His emotional state had already been rather shaky before this, but getting fired made things so much worse for him. Attempts to recollect his dwindling happiness failed, and seeing his old family priest didn’t help as much as make him have a crisis of faith on top of everything else. Following the murder of Edgar Bones and his wife by unknown Death Eaters, Mary Boot began attempting to reestablish contact with her middle child; Terry fought this to begin with, but relented somewhat. Mum also gave him money, with the express purpose that he try to make his life better. For a time, he tried to put out his own paper, but, because of his various personal problems, he didn’t do very well with that.

Enter one, Neville Longbottom. Neville and Terry knew each other from the DA, and they got along pretty well, and, when Remus Lupin called for an Order meeting, Neville talked Terry into going. Then, when the Battle of the Ministry came around, Terry ran to help the Order; this did not work out so well for him. He got caught by a Reactionary Federation member and, as he tried to retreat from a duel he thought he won, Terry found himself with sliced Achilles tendons and a stab wound in the back. Luckily, Neville and Lupin found him before he could get too close to death, and, once the battle was calm enough, they got him to Saint Mungo’s, where he recovered (and continued making some amends with his family). After his release, he was called in for questioning at the Ministry, which went well enough; when he failed to send in his wand, though, he found himself in a tight spot and had to go into hiding in Grimmauld Place. Somehow, he managed to talk his male best mate, Michael Corner, into coming with him, so both of them are currently residing in Number 12, helping out the Order.


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