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Pandora Montgomery (pandacharms) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"You probably do. Which is why you'll not be meeting him quite yet," she said somewhat primly, a teasing glint in her eyes. Besides, Chris was nice... to her. She knew everyone might not think quite the same. There was also the fact that both her cousins and her brother had never really liked the few boys she'd dated in school.

She and Tristan had had some private rules governing rifling around her mind since the war. She'd always been pretty open with it, when it wasn't forced, which was strange except that Tristan had already known most of her secrets. But so long as she invited him, silently or aloud, he was welcome. She always let him know when he wasn't, usually with a smack. She supposed it helped that often her gaze still fell to lips rather than eyes during general conversation.

She turned her hand over in his and held it again, knowing it was probably silly and not really caring what anyone thought. Tristan was probabl the only one who really understood a lot of the war and what she'd been through, but more than that he'd always been her close friend. Hell, they'd even been born the same day.

Dora glanced almost sharply at Julian, wishing she knew what was up therr right now. She flicked her wrist and her wand slipped into her hand, and she flipped it over, presenting the handle to Tristan. "Have at," she said dryly, amused. "Because boy not going anywhere, if we have to chain you to the table."