Pandora Montgomery (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} pandacharms) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
But he was coming home now, and she was also ridiculously excited to be able to see him again. She'd spent time this week making him a room in her new flat, basically entirely expanded space and all for him. She'd chosen the furniture with him in mind, knowing what his taste used to be, at least, and everything else could be transfigured and charmed.
She was also nerve wracked that she was in the ministry building. All the aurors and such made her twitch, especially since many of them side-eyed her suspiciously as she just loitered there with Julian. She fidgeted a bit, tugged at her earlobe, tapped the heel of her shoe, her face the particular shade of blank that meant she didn't want anyone to know how she was feeling.
That changed when Tristan came out -- her expression opened up completely, her smile bright and warm. She hung back just enough so that Julian as brother got the first hug, but then she practically threw herself at him, careful only not to bowl him over. She did cling to him for a long moment, face buried against him as she took a shaky breath. She felt like crying though she rarely ever did except in private, but this was exceptional circumstances.
"Missed you, Tristan," she said, voice a bit muffled. She reluctantly loosened her hold, though in reality she wanted to hug on him for next to forever in this moment. She brought her hands up to each of his cheeks and kept him low for a moment, though, so she could press a kiss to each one before giving him another quick hug. Though she didn't cry, her emotions did shine in her eyes.