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Tweak says, "It's only time."

Tristan T. Travers (alliterative) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-10-31 23:16:00

Entry tags:

character: julian travers, character: pandora montgomery, character: tristan travers

RP: Tristan, Julian, and Pandora
Who: Tristan Travers, Julian Travers, and Pandora Montgomery (with a cameo by Hyperion Montgomery)
What: Tristan gets out of prison, and Julian and Pandora are there to meet him.
Where: Atrium of the Ministry of Magic
When: Friday, 30 October, 2004. Morning.
Rating: SFW as of right now. Will change if it changes.

As the lift rattled to the the atrium of the Ministry of Magic, Tristan Travers couldn't help but replay the finally decision to let him go. He would not be going back to Azkaban once he left this building, despite the escort he and his solicitor received. He was free. He could step out of the Ministry of Magic a free man. The thought was enough to make him grin and hug the bag of clothes his solicitor had handed to him upon entering the lift; a simple black robe was all he'd had on him upon entering Azkaban, a robe that no longer fit. Leaving, he wore another robe, also black, but of finer quality and better fit than his old robe would have been. He hugged that bag tight, silently praying, as the doors to the lift clanked open, that this was not a trick or a dream.

Tristan followed his solicitor out and toward the golden gates that separated the bank of lifts from the atrium itself. Just a few more feet, he told himself, putting one step over the other, brushing his long, dark hair out of his eyes. (Though his solicitor had tsked and fussed over the length of his hair, which, in the end, didn't seem to have had any bearing on the outcome of his appeal trial.) Just a few more...

His solicitor reached the gates first and opened one, holding it for Tristan. He paused, letting the smile fall from his face before glancing over at his Auror escort. He was beyond ecstatic to be leaving to go anymore but prison, but smiling at the Auror -- at his cousin -- seemed too much. He didn't allow himself a hopeful or pleading look as he briefly studied the man he'd once played with when they were both little. He took in what he could of him (as he certainly didn't expect to see him again on some social visit or anything else of the sort while secretly hoping he never saw him again for anything the Ministry deemed nefarious of his own actions), and when Hyperion nodded toward him, he nodded back. Then he faced forward again and stepped through those golden gates for what he hoped would be the last time.

Part of a weight lifted off his shoulders as he continued into the atrium proper, following behind his solicitor and his quick pace. He wondered, briefly, if he were supposed to follow the man back to his office or somewhere specific when he noticed where he was heading.

A tall man and a short woman stood off to one side in the atrium, the man pacing and the woman fidgeting. It'd been over six years since he last saw either of them, and while he noticed all the changes they'd gone through physically, he'd have recognised them anywhere. Again, he smiled, walking faster, nearly knocking over the solicitor in his haste to reach them. He did manage to bump into a wizard, not stopping to apologise because he wasn't sorry that wizard hadn't moved out of the way despite seeing him.

Without thought, Tristan let his bag with his old robe in it drop to the floor, using both arms to wrap the man up in a tight hug. "Julian," he breathed, nearly clinging to his older brother. He didn't want to let go, didn't want to lose the feeling of comfort that came from holding on to him so tightly. But eventually he did, just to bend down to wrap his cousin up in another tight hug.

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pandacharms
2014-11-15 04:15 am UTC (link)

She made a face at Julian. "Wimp," she teased comfortably. Her pain threshold, always high, had shot through the roof during the war, when she'd inadvertently begone disconnecting once she hit an injury bad enough to do anything significant.

"There's a hot tub on the roof," Dora recalled, turning toward Tristan to tell him. "You just have to not do magic on the roof unless you make sure no one is there. Muggles have access." Which of course let the cat out of the bag she lived in more muggle London now, but she didn't really care. "Flat is warded, though, within reason, and the workroom you can pretty much do anything. Both of you will get keyed into the wards." The first time she'd keyed anyone except Rich, given she was there at his generosity, into wards in years. "Of course, we can ward sometimes up there but we can't cut off access completely."

She pretended to ponder as she sucked idly on her spoon, savoring the dark cherry chocolate espresso mix that she rarely indulged in. "Oh I don't know, maybe we should get a glittery loo, Tris. What do you think?"

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licentious1
2014-11-15 07:02 pm UTC (link)

Julian shrugged and grinned at having been called a wimp. "Everywhere but in bed, love." A simple truth, and Julian had never felt the need to hide his more cowardly ways from his brother and cousins.

His eyes widened with pleasure when she talked about the hot tub. Now that sounded quite nice. "Oh, I can definitely make use of that. Such potential." He felt a little warm inside at the idea of being keyed into the wards, as it reminded him he was welcome. He'd have to work hard not to wear it out, though. They were better off without him around constantly cramping their style, anyway.

He raised an eyebrow at the 'glittery loo'. Not that he was opposed, but he couldn't wait to hear what Tristan's reaction would be. He turned to his brother to see, all the while taking another leisurely spoonful of his ice cream.

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alliterative
2014-11-17 10:06 pm UTC (link)

Tristan raised his brows, another bite paused halfway between the bowl and his mouth. "Well, that's interesting," he said as he put the spoon in his mouth before his ice cream decided to turn into warm cream, both about the hot tub and about living in a building occupied by Muggles. Why, he wondered, would anyone want a communal hot tub? It was one thing to have a hot tub you invited guests to use and another to have a hot tub on a roof that was entirely open to the building. How often was it even cleaned? He may not have been mysophobic, but that didn't mean he wanted to relax in someone else's filfth.

"So this means no sex in the hot tub, huh?" he teased, not at all sure how something like that would actually work. And, with luck, he'd never get an in person display from the other residents of Pandora's building. Or Julian. Especially Julian. He loved his brother, but there were some things he preferred not to see.

"As for the glittery loo," he began, taking a moment to suck on his spoon, "I guess that depends on how many there are in your flat. If it's just one... might depend on the shade of the glitter." He nodded, as if serious about the glitter. "I don't think I can go about my business in a pink glittery loo, for instance. But a dark blue..." He shrugged. "Perhaps."

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pandacharms
2014-11-18 01:39 pm UTC (link)

Dora snorted. "Well, the thought hadn't crossed my mind, but it is kept clean, so the possibilities are endless, my darlings," she drawled before taking another spoonful of ice cream and eating it, grinning at the brothers around the spoon. She made sure the hot tub was clean, actually, with a subtle tap of the wand that no one ever need know about. "If you defile the tub, though, Julian, you clean it," she told him with a quick grin.

Dora giggled quietly into her bowl, feeling relaxed around these two like she did around so few people anymore. Tristan, especially; he'd seen her at her worst and had never stopped loving her. "Dark blue glitter. We can do that, Mr Ravenclaw," she teased him gently.

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licentious1
2014-11-21 02:15 am UTC (link)

"You two are always trying to take away my fun," he teased back. All right, they did have reason to suspect him since the idea of sex in the hot tub was a natural one to have, but he could always see about getting something similar of the wizarding variety at the family home in London.

He smirked at the idea of the glittery room. "Well, at least it would make doing one's business entertaining."

He spotted the waitress again and waved her over. Once she was close enough, he whispered in her ear and allowed her to whisper into his a reply. He nodded and took out a small coin purse, pulling out a couple of galleons and handing them to her. She smiled, blushed, and whispered one more thing into his ear before leaving. "There's no hurry to leave, but when we do, the bill is paid. I hate having to wait for the cheque."

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