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Tristan T. Travers (alliterative) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Ice cream sounds fantastic," he said before they headed out of the Ministry to the streets of London. Tristan took a moment, enjoying the feel of his cousin's hand in his and his brother's arm over his shoulders, savouring the feel of fresh air on his face, sun on his skin. It didn't matter if the day were perfect or shite; it was absolutely wonderful for him, and he was glad he could share it with two of his favourite people. He squeezed Pandora's hand a bit and wrapped his free arm around Julian's back before starting the walk toward the Leaky Cauldron, letting his mind wander a bit on what ice cream flavour to order.

He turned his head to look at his brother -- to look down at him. When did that happen? Was it before or after prison? -- his brows raising a bit at the statement. "Am I really that easy to replace?" he asked, amusement in his voice and blue-green eyes. Honestly, he was glad to hear that Julian had something to take care of that would keep him company. Part of him had worried about his brother, worried about how he would handle everything with him in jail. Not that Tristan thought he was so important that he held their family together. Not by any means. But he did know his brother. And he couldn't help but worry, especially without much else to do to pass the time.

"You believe this?" he said, looking at Pandora. The corners of his mouth turned up in a smile. "He replaced me with a dog."