Tristan T. Travers (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} alliterative) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg,@ 2014-10-31 23:16:00 |
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Who: Tristan Travers, Julian Travers, and Pandora Montgomery (with a cameo by Hyperion Montgomery)
What: Tristan gets out of prison, and Julian and Pandora are there to meet him.
Where: Atrium of the Ministry of Magic
When: Friday, 30 October, 2004. Morning.
Rating: SFW as of right now. Will change if it changes.
As the lift rattled to the the atrium of the Ministry of Magic, Tristan Travers couldn't help but replay the finally decision to let him go. He would not be going back to Azkaban once he left this building, despite the escort he and his solicitor received. He was free. He could step out of the Ministry of Magic a free man. The thought was enough to make him grin and hug the bag of clothes his solicitor had handed to him upon entering the lift; a simple black robe was all he'd had on him upon entering Azkaban, a robe that no longer fit. Leaving, he wore another robe, also black, but of finer quality and better fit than his old robe would have been. He hugged that bag tight, silently praying, as the doors to the lift clanked open, that this was not a trick or a dream.
Tristan followed his solicitor out and toward the golden gates that separated the bank of lifts from the atrium itself. Just a few more feet, he told himself, putting one step over the other, brushing his long, dark hair out of his eyes. (Though his solicitor had tsked and fussed over the length of his hair, which, in the end, didn't seem to have had any bearing on the outcome of his appeal trial.) Just a few more...
His solicitor reached the gates first and opened one, holding it for Tristan. He paused, letting the smile fall from his face before glancing over at his Auror escort. He was beyond ecstatic to be leaving to go anymore but prison, but smiling at the Auror -- at his cousin -- seemed too much. He didn't allow himself a hopeful or pleading look as he briefly studied the man he'd once played with when they were both little. He took in what he could of him (as he certainly didn't expect to see him again on some social visit or anything else of the sort while secretly hoping he never saw him again for anything the Ministry deemed nefarious of his own actions), and when Hyperion nodded toward him, he nodded back. Then he faced forward again and stepped through those golden gates for what he hoped would be the last time.
Part of a weight lifted off his shoulders as he continued into the atrium proper, following behind his solicitor and his quick pace. He wondered, briefly, if he were supposed to follow the man back to his office or somewhere specific when he noticed where he was heading.
A tall man and a short woman stood off to one side in the atrium, the man pacing and the woman fidgeting. It'd been over six years since he last saw either of them, and while he noticed all the changes they'd gone through physically, he'd have recognised them anywhere. Again, he smiled, walking faster, nearly knocking over the solicitor in his haste to reach them. He did manage to bump into a wizard, not stopping to apologise because he wasn't sorry that wizard hadn't moved out of the way despite seeing him.
Without thought, Tristan let his bag with his old robe in it drop to the floor, using both arms to wrap the man up in a tight hug. "Julian," he breathed, nearly clinging to his older brother. He didn't want to let go, didn't want to lose the feeling of comfort that came from holding on to him so tightly. But eventually he did, just to bend down to wrap his cousin up in another tight hug.