Terry apologized regardless if she said it was fine that he mistook her. Awkwardly he adjusted his glasses and offered another sheepish grin. Up until last year, he had gotten pretty good at telling the two apart. The Ravenclaws and Gryffindors had many classes together, but after the OWLs, he seemed to have had his nose surgically attached to a book and things slowly slipped past him and his attention. Including the defining features of every set of twins in the school.
“I’m doing well enough,” he responded with a small shrug.
The boy’s hand moved to his mouth as he chewed slightly on his thumb nail. He was never the best at getting through an awkward feeling, but the best thing was at least trying to do so.
“Trying to push our new curriculum to the back of my mind. Been doing a bit of reading to pass the time. Yourself?”