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Terry wasn’t sure he really did look that different other than a considerable amount more of facial hair (which had THRILLED him considering his poor attempts in his teenage years) and slightly deeper lines from the hard work he had endured. Theo might have been pleased to know that Terry was also no where near as messy as he used to be except for the occasional sock in the wrong location. “Well we are at least twenty years older than before, mate. As much as I’d love to still look eighteen I haven’t located the fountain of eternal youth on my travels yet.” He chuckled extending his hand out for that handshake but instead pulling him in for a quick ‘bro’ hug with a firm pat on the back.
It wasn’t just his eyesight that wasn’t what it used to be, it was clearly his memory too. They were only forty-five, not eighty although sometimes his bones did creak a little when he bent down just to remind him that he wasn’t that spritely youth anymore.
Not that he ever was really.
Terry wasn’t a Quidditch player like some of the others and his idea of exercise was walking to and from lessons rather than partaking in any sport. That wasn’t to say he was unfit, in fact the years of working abroad had been oddly kind to his figure. “That’s alright, we can’t all have perfect vision” he smirked a little.
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