And Anthony. Tristan had Anthony. Or, well, not really had him, but it just so happened that he was outside on this fine and non-rainy day. And slowly making his way back towards the castle. Not a place that he really wanted to be, but there wasn't much to do outside at the moment. He had his broom in hand, obviously having went flying for a little while.
Approaching the steps to the school, Anthony stopped. Tristan... The last time Anthony had seen him, Tristan was beating the stuffing out of him. It wasn't the best meeting of all time and it gave good reason for him to be wary of taking another step towards the Rivers brother.
He tried quickly to think of another way into the castle that he could get to from where he was, not making it look like he was obviously avoiding walking past Tristan's path. There wasn't though. And he had the funny feeling that he had been seen anyway.