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Tristan T. Travers (alliterative) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

As Tristan listened to Pandora talk, however briefly, about the bloke she was interested in, it occurred to him that he could get more information from her without her having to say a word. However, given their past, he wasn't sure about using Legilimency on her. He'd done it often enough when they were younger, but they weren't who they were during the war, or so he assumed. Some things may not have changed, but he was sure others did. But one thing he didn't think would change would be her feelings on him digging around in her mind.

However, picking up on emotions and images at the forefront of someone's mind was not the same as digging around in that person's mind. Especially when he knew that person well enough to know when it was okay to do so. Tristan smiled at her words and the memory of when she'd seen him coming out into the atrium and over to her and his brother. Years later, it was still a strange thing to see how someone else saw him. "Love you, too," he said quietly, putting as much emotion behind the words as he could, reaching out to squeeze her hand again.

Julian's words grabbed his attention again, and he caught sight of the waitress as she retreated, caught her eyes as she glanced back at their table, at Julian specifically. He raised his brows at her, resisting a snort at what he found on the forefront of her mind. "Some things never change, do they," he said, looking back at his brother. "Like the fact that if you leave, i will steal a wand and curse your arse." He grinned, mostly teasing. He wouldn't steal a wand or curse his brother for leaving, but there was a good chance he'd hop the table and tackle him to the ground if he tried to leave.