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His mum would be bitterly disappointed to hear his complaints over the weather. His childhood had been firmly outdoors, in the remotest of the Scottish islands, where three quarters of the year was spent battling gale force winds and rain that seemed to fall horizontally. She’d say that he had been spoiled by all his exotic travels and that he’d forgotten his roots. It wasn’t true though, Britain and more importantly Scotland would always be his home. “It’s a good job my hair is short and a bit flat then” he chuckled. Humidity thankfully didn’t have an effect on him, besides he’d spent summers in the depths of the rainforest before. He wasn’t particularly caring of his appearance either, frizzy hair would be the least of his worries.
Terry often forgot that others weren’t as invested in the wonders of magical creatures as he was and therefore his passionate ramblings could become lost in the ether. “That’s an easy mistake to make. They’re more of a Rhino though, the ones with the big horn and thick skin.” Arguably more dangerous too but truthfully Terry wouldn’t want to come across either creature in the middle of the night without his wand for security. “All creatures are dangerous if you don’t know how to handle them correctly. Even a peaceful little Bowtruckle can give a nasty bite.” At least you could tell where you stood with the larger species. “Not that I know that from experience,” he chuckled. That was a lie, the Bowtruckle had some serious sass in his opinion.
His fondness of the courtyard wasn’t solely for finding light and solitude. Although his conservation team were wonderful people, world travel and a lack of a mundane routine had left him with a touch of loneliness that had started to bubble beyond the surface as he aged. Being around the Leaky Cauldron often meant a steady trickling of people with the potential of finding someone to socialise with, as was the case that day with Ece turned up. “I used to love Florean’s as a kid,” he commented. At that age there was nothing better than hanging around the ice cream parlour with your buddies from school making the most of the summer freedom before being whisked back to school. The next question hit him with a hard dose of reality. He remained silent for a while, thinking up his response whilst focusing on the koi in the pond once more. “Both? Is that a terrible answer? I’m passionate about what I do but I’m in my fourties’ now and it’s weird seeing all your mates move on when you feel like you’ve barely started.” Ugh, talking about his ‘feelings’ were not on his agenda today.
“We are talking far too much about me.” Just because he was a former Slytherin didn’t mean that he was self absorbed enough to notice that the conversation was a little one sided. “What brings you to Diagon Alley?” he asked.
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