It was funny how well Pandora knew him at times, even when he tried his best not to let the others see his fears. After all, why would Tristan want to go back to live in the house that would remind him of his father, with the mother whose mind had checked out long before either of them were of age, and the brother who'd run away and left him in the hands of Death Eaters? "Well, I suppose we can't let the room go to waste," he said, trying for casualness. "I wouldn't let anyone but Fluffy in there to keep it clean in case the others moved anything. He knows how Tristan likes it kept." And even if anyone else had thought to repurpose the room, Julian would never have allowed it.
He waved off the warning about the crup betting. "It's amusing, and it won't get caught. Can't keep the Knockturn out of the Alley even if they change the names."
He grinned at Pandora and ruffled Tristan's hair. "Definitely too pretty. No, I don't think any of us will be looking up escorts anytime soon. There are plenty of places to meet people these days, and plenty of lovely witches and wizards to take home. I hope you've been keeping yourself busy on that front, Dora," he added with a wink. "Oh, and speaking of which, we'll have to take this one to Finnigan's and get him a journal - much more efficient than owls for communicating. And Wingbeat too - I particularly like that one."