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Tristan T. Travers (alliterative) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Tristan didn't mind the extra contact from Julian. In fact, he enjoyed it. It was comforting and familiar even after six years. If he were honest, part of him wanted to take the pair of them and just cling to them until his muscles gave out, though he thought that might be a little strange to do in the middle of the Ministry's atrium. Also, he wasn't so sure he wanted the audience that would no doubt attract or to deal with the possibility of Aurors showing up to double check that they weren't trying to cause a scene. Maybe later he could have that moment, because now he was free. Absolutely free.

"No, no one needs anything else. You're free to go," the solicitor said, reaching out to shake Tristan's hand (a thank you issued as he shook the man's hand), then Julian's, and even Pandora's. "You know how to get ahold of me should you need anything else," he added with a smile before heading off to do whatever solicitors did when they weren't getting people out of jail. Tristan didn't know, and, at that moment, he didn't really care, though he made a mental note to send the man some kind of gift basket. Fruit, maybe? He'd think on that later.

"I don't know or care where, but can we go anywhere but here?" he asked Julian and Pandora. He leaned down and picked up his dropped bag. "Extra points to Slytherin and Hufflepuff if it's somewhere outside." He grinned. Outside would be good. He didn't care what the weather was just so long as he could breathe fresh air for a little bit, though anything but the stale stench of Azkaban would be a welcome treat. Like perhaps the scent of a wand shop, though that could wait, at least for a little bit.