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Emzily · 07-30-2023, 08:54 PM

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Originally Posted by Lottiepot

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.

Theodore accepted the bro!hug…truly…he didn’t mind it today as he was feeling quite chipper, and he matched the back thump because that was manly. He snorted at Terry discussing their old age, “Speak for yourself, pal. I don’t think I look a day older than 27.” Although he was a little rugged lately…as in, a messy beard and longer hair than usual. He saw it as a vibe, personally, but it seemed to do him no favours with the ladies as he had been single for a WHILE.

If he knew that Terry had compared his memory and sight to an eighty year old, Theodore would have been furious. Truthfully he was just very unobservant.

“Whatever, man.” He chuckled, then gestures to the butterbeer cart. “Want one? On me? We can catch up, if you want.” He guessed he would partake in butterbeer drinking peer pressure since he didn’t often bump into such blasts from the past.

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Emzily Abraxan Join Date: Aug 2009 Location: Prythian Posts: 25,161 Hogwarts RPG Name: Molly Wyndham #cf4269 Ravenclaw Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Solomon Duck Slytherin Seventh Year x5 x2	Raspberry Jam \| #ChocolateFrogFamous \| Ultimate Fangirl Quote: Originally Posted by Lottiepot 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. Theodore accepted the bro!hug…truly…he didn’t mind it today as he was feeling quite chipper, and he matched the back thump because that was manly. He snorted at Terry discussing their old age, “Speak for yourself, pal. I don’t think I look a day older than 27.” Although he was a little rugged lately…as in, a messy beard and longer hair than usual. He saw it as a vibe, personally, but it seemed to do him no favours with the ladies as he had been single for a WHILE. If he knew that Terry had compared his memory and sight to an eighty year old, Theodore would have been furious. Truthfully he was just very unobservant. “Whatever, man.” He chuckled, then gestures to the butterbeer cart. “Want one? On me? We can catch up, if you want.” He guessed he would partake in butterbeer drinking peer pressure since he didn’t often bump into such blasts from the past. __________________ who could love me, I am out of my mind___________________________ _________________throwing a line out to sea to see if I can catch a dream