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Tristan T. Travers (alliterative) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"I don't want to be rid of you," he said quietly, giving his brother's side a squeeze. "Either of you." He squeezed his cousin's hand. And if he had it his way, they'd all live in the same house or flat and never be apart, but he was smart enough to know that that wouldn't happen in the end. He doubted Pandora wasn't welcome in his -- was it still his? -- house, but he wasn't a little kid who thought they could all just have one big massive sleepover for the rest of their lives. He wasn't even sure if he'd be allowed back into his childhood home. His mother -- a sharp pain stabbed him in the middle of the chest at both the thought of her and Julian's mention of her -- his mother might not want him. And it almost sounded like Julian might not, either, if he was talking about him visiting for tea. Suddenly, he really was wondering about the possibility of staying at the Leaky Cauldron, or maybe seeing if someone else would take him in, at least until he could get things sorted out for himself. He decided, though, to think about that later, shoving it all down deep before it could affect his happy mood and demeanour.

"If you changed, well, I think I'd be truly upset." He grinned. "But if it isn't Knockturn Alley, what is it now?" he asked. Silently, he hoped it wasn't another terrible pun. Whoever thought of some of these names for places in their world, that person deserved a stint in Azkaban. "Don't know that I care about the more questionable goings on. Or, rather, don't know if I'm allowed to," he said with a laugh, though the fact that his brother was betting on crups made him just a little worried. What were the crups doing that included betting on them? If it was included in the questionable activities, which it sounded like it could have been, then he was really worried. He didn't want Julian getting caught up in something that could get him in trouble. But he wouldn't fuss without knowing more.

"Anyway, I suppose you'll both have to help me figure out all the new things that have popped up in the last few years. Though, I believe I can avoid the escort service for now." He waggled his brows in jest. He may have been cut off from proper human interaction for six years, but even he wasn't desperate enough to pay for company. He also doubted his gold would be good given his history.