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Tristan T. Travers (alliterative) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Tristan had meant to show up earlier that morning. However, Fluffy had appeared in his room with news of his mother, per his own orders. The house elf had shown up a number of times since he'd been released from Azkaban, all with different bits of news and information regarding his mother and how she was doing. That morning's bit of information resulted in him taking a side trip to visit with his mother, while simultaneously avoiding his brother, who, thankfully, had been out. Tristan assumed he'd been out looking for someone (or maybe a few someones) to spend the holiday with, and who was he to begrudge his brother his fun? He'd suspected if things had been different, he might've been doing the same.

Although he wasn't late arriving at Sweet Nothings, Tristan still felt like he was based more on what he wanted to do than what Melinda had said as far as when he could arrive. He didn't work here or for her, after all. He was helping out mostly because, determined to make it on his own at least to some extent, he needed the money. It was the only reason why he'd volunteer to help Millicent out, though he'd suspected she'd have turned him down anyway in favour of going to a sweets shop. He'd been right, of course, and he'd been suspicious of Melinda's offer as well. To be honest, he was still wary of it, though he couldn't completely say why, though he kept that wariness of his features as he entered Sweet Nothings.

Tristan wasn't used to or comfortable with wearing Muggle clothes, but after spending time the last couple of days practising making dipped strawberries to make sure he didn't mess up and risk not being paid and being kicked out, he'd realised that his normal wizarding robes weren't the best attire for such things. As such, he'd went on a small shopping trip yesterday after his community service (he both loved and hated the Valentine's themed topiaries -- loved because they moved but hated because they were, well, stupid) and bought a pair of what was called jeans and a long sleeved shirt (in a shade of green that the sales lady said brought out the green of his eyes, though Tristan had no idea if it did or not). Althugh he didn't like the tightness of either piece of clothing, he could see the practicality of wearing them for certain tasks (though he'd admittedly had to charm the pockets of the jeans to accommodate his wand and change purse), and the practicality of having sleeves that were a bit more clinging as they seemed to stay up when he rolled them up, though he currently had them rolled down.

"Hello," he greeted the witch behind the counter as he approached. "I'm Tristan. Melinda said she could use some extra hands?" He glanced around, not seeing the other witch, thinking maybe she was in back and hoping that this witch knew about him coming in to help and didn't think he was trying to get in the back to steal sweets or something.

Luckily, she didn't think he was some kind of sweets snatcher, and, a moment later, she led him into the back. He looked at the two people humming to themselves, watched them go about their own tasks for a few seconds before politely clearing his throat just to be sure to get Melinda's attention without unintentionally startling her. "Hello," he said, giving both Melinda and the wizard a small but friendly smile, his hands coming together, fingers twisting a ring on his left hand.