Even the entrance made by his dear friend Artemis wasn't enough to get Terrence to tear his eyes away from the ink on the page. As Kurt got nearer, he raised his hand to make his location slightly more noticeable before quite audibly slamming his book shut to look upward at the spectacle taking place in the middle of the Sorting Ceremony. The book slid calmly out of his hand onto the nearest empty space on the table as his hand lightly set itself onto his wand. He stopped himself from withdrawing it, however. _Not yet Terrence, not just yet. Wait for Kurt._ Terrence took very close scrutiny to the faces of the newly sorted Ravenclaws about, just to get a very basic grasp of their personalities based upon the reactions they had.