Tristan remembered both of them. He was ready with a pleasant follow-up - a polite how is she and maybe a couple trivial anecdotes - when he was suddenly derailed by Lizette, of all people. He looked dumbstruck, and there was no way to fight off the flush to his face any longer. "... I do remember them," he managed after a moment, smiling weakly. He'd had absolutely no idea, which felt strange, because surely he'd never been that oblivious? It was flattering, even if Lyra's laughter was pushing it a little further toward the 'humiliating' side of things. "She never said anything. But that's what sisters are for, I guess ... mine told me that first-years had to swim across the lake and wrestle the Squid before they got sorted."
It wasn't an awful feeling, knowing that someone had been singing his praises, even if it had been done in a ridiculous way. But the direct compliment threw him off, again. He smiled, looked down, slipped the book under his arm again. What did you say to that? "Well - that was nice of her to say. I don't know, I think it comes a little easier now that I'm hot hyperventilating over History essays. It is strange being away from Hogwarts, but - there are some benefits."