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Tristan T. Travers (alliterative) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Tristan had decided to spend the day out of Pandora's flat and out of his house. He'd check on his mother and had breakfast with her. He'd even run a few errands for her, giving Fluffy a break. His mother seemed to know that Easter was the following day, and Tristan had tried to pick up things for a small family celebration, separate from the one Orville would be throwing later Sunday afternoon. He'd even read up a bit on Muggle traditions, thinking she might enjoy a few of them (even if some of them didn't make sense to him). He'd wanted something a bit different, something that could be just for her, Julian, and himself, letting his great-grandfather handle a few more traditional (and likely very boring) aspects.

After he'd run errands and made sure his mother was still doing well, Tristan had decided on a small lunch. Finnigan's wouldn't have been his first choice, but it hadn't been his last, either. He liked the pub well enough. He just wasn't always in the mood for the atmosphere of a pub. However, the Corner had helped with some of that, the lower decibels allowing him to enjoy his little lunch in relative peace. He even managed to finish a book he'd borrowed a few weeks before while eating. Which, to him, meant that he'd have to return it and see what else was available.

Pushing back from his table, Tristan got to his feet and picked up the now read book. He still had some butterbeer left, which, to him, meant he could finish it while starting a new book, provided he found one that interested him that afternoon. If he didn't he reasoned he could go browse a bookstore for one of the books on his to read list (which was, admittedly, rather long, but roughly six years in prison meant there were a lot of new books to discover). He crossed the room, idly wondering which book he might buy first if he did buy a book today, and stopped short of the bookshelf as he spotted a small girl with curly blonde hair in front of the bookcase.

"Hello," he said with a friendly tone, a smile on his face. As he put the book back on the shelf, he assumed one or both of her parents or guardians were around. After all, most people didn't let small children wander around a pub without supervision, and there were a few other people in the Corner that afternoon. Surly one of them was responsible for the girl.

"Do you see anything interesting?" he asked, glancing at the books on the shelves and down to the little girl. "Because I see a copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard, which, if you haven't read, you really should." He gently pulled out the older copy of the book from a higher shelf and carefully set it down on a shelf a bit closer to the girl. In the back of his mind, as he resumed the search for a book of his own, he hoped she wouldn't scream and call for her parents or her parents wouldn't rush over and assume he was harassing her. Subconsciously he tugged on the left sleeve of his robe, even though it was already rolled all the way down.