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Post by Tristan Jude Dearborn on Oct 9, 2018 18:30:49 GMT
 Kill the Lights The door burst into a thousand splinters, and Tristan instinctively ducked his head, one arm moving up to try and shield his face, though it was no use, he felt the tiny shards of wood jam into his back and shoulders. His cup of tea was thrown to one side as he realised what was happening with a glance over his shoulder. Two masked figures stood in the middle of the explosion, one of them smaller than the other, likely a female. She raised her wand as wood showered around them, and Tristan immediately grabbed the edge of the kitchen table, flipping it on its side and dropping below it as jet of green light shot through the air straight towards him. It just missed the back of his head by what must have been millimetres, and his summer to-do list floated through the air beside him, almost in slow motion. He watched it cascade to the floor, and reached out to pluck it up between his fingertips. It swayed in some gentle breeze that must have blown in from the blasted doorway, and he stared as the words on the page shifted and swirled. The room had fallen silent around him, and he looked to his right hand for his wand, heart leaping in his chest to find that it wasn't there. He had had it only a second ago. Frantically, he searched through the large chunks of wood on the floor around him, but his wand wasn't there. Now on his knees, Tristan brushed his long hair back from his face and frowned as muffled voices slowly began to permeate the silence. He couldn't make out what they were saying. Was that because they wore masks, or had his hearing gone funny from the blast? He couldn't tell, and it didn't matter right then anyway because the room had still slowed. He could see dust particles floating in the air around him, and they hurried into a faster whirl as the masked figures rounded the overturned table and stood in front of him. Trist stiffened, knowing he stood no chance without his wand. He opened his mouth to speak, but the Death Eaters turned and walked away in silence, having said nothing, and made no attempt to kill him again. Sheer bewilderment washing over his handsome face, Tristan didn't dare to move just yet. What kind of game was this that they were playing? He was Muggleborn, they should have killed him on sight. The female had tried to and missed, why hadn't they finished the job? The only thing he could think was that they were trying to send a message, to scare the Order, perhaps, or make some sort of show of power. Breathing shallow, blue eyes peered over the edge of the table. They were gone. The room was empty, only darkness and stars visible through the hole in the wall where they had come in. He stood slowly, his list still in his hand as he got to his feet and took in the destruction and mess of the kitchen he had grown up in. Turning slowly on the spot, he froze when he saw what was at his feet. His own body lay slumped against the flipped table, eyes closed, dark hair splayed across his face. He could have been sleeping, though Tristan had a sickening feeling as he watched himself lay there, unmoving. Lifeless. Thoughts of Caddy and Lula flooded his head, his father, his brothers, his friends. His mother. "Tristan, my boy," she spoke softly from the doorway, framed in stars. She looked younger than he remembered her, healthier, a twinkle in her eye. "Come on," she nodded her head to the garden behind her, reaching one small hand out towards him. "Mum, I..." He glanced back down at his body, but she shook her head. "I know. It's alright. Don't worry." She sounded so sure of herself, and he slowly crossed the room to her, stepping through splinters and chunks of his coffee mug that decorated the kitchen floor. He took her outstretched hand, and she smiled. Oh, how he had missed the warmth of his mother's smile. He found himself smiling back at her, despite his confusion, and she guided her baby through the doorway into the starlight beyond. _______________________ tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange and Jovian Isobel Corrine Rowle words: 743 notes: Sweet dreams, my boy. *sobs* </3 [googlefont="Reenie Beanie"] |
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Post by Tristan Jude Dearborn on Sept 8, 2018 9:48:30 GMT
Kill the Lights It was hard to imagine almost a full week had passed since the beginning of the summer holidays. It was going to fly over, that much was for certain, and Tristan felt like he needed to be quicker making plans if he didn't want to get to September and only have half of his summer wish list ticked off. It wasn't so much a wish list, more a to-do list, because everything on it was completely doable and feasible. He was a traveller at heart, and packing a small bag and disappearing for a week, or even just a weekend, was no big deal for Tristan. He was at home on boats and trains, the countryside of some far off place blurring past him, and if he was staying in England, apparating was simple enough. He wanted to spend as much time as he could with his family while he had the time, and had spoken to Caradoc earlier about going to stay with him next week. Caddy was the eldest of the Dearborns, and the sibling Tristan had had the most time to bond with when they were young. Caddy always looked after him as a child, and still did to some extent in adulthood, though Tristan hardly needed it, but he appreciated it greatly. Looking forward to a bit of horse riding with his brother, Tristan was lost in thoughts of other fun things they could do while he was at his brother's house, his hands grabbing a mug from the tree where they hung, and reaching for the kettle to pour water on the teabag that had found its way into the mug without Trist really even noticing he'd put it in there. He did love being at the family home for that reason. Everything was familiar, and it always would be. He could walk around the house blindfolded and never fall or crash into anything, and it was a comforting sensation, to trust your surroundings like that. He was no home bird, but he did appreciate some sentimental things about having a permanent home. He crossed to the fridge for milk, adding it to his cup and stirring it. His list sat on the kitchen table, and he sat on the edge of the table to scribble another item onto the paper, his long legs making it easy for him to perch his bum on the table top without having to jump himself up a little. Visit with Caddy:
Ride horses.
Get Caddy drunk.
Get Caddy laid.He would add more later as ideas came to him, but his priorities were definitely straight, injecting some fun into his big brother's life was the most important thing for his trip. He'd squeezed that trip in above plans to spend a weekend with old friends in Italy, where he had lived and studied for a while, and he hoped to get back to France, too, but Lunete's birthday was also on the list, and he wanted to try and convince their dad and the rest of his siblings to go on a little holiday, a surprise for the baby of the family as she left her teens behind. Spain might be nice, close by and not too far to travel. He had every intention of subtly quizzing his sister to find out what places she might like to see, but it would have to wait until the weekend, because she was out with her boyfriend tonight. In fact, for a Friday night, Tristan was the only one home, their dad seemed to have more of a social life than he did this week. Tristan told himself that it was just because he didn't actually have too many friends in England any more, most of his friends lived in different countries, and the newer ones he'd made since starting his job at the castle probably didn't want to spend their summer hanging out with him when they had to put up with him all year round. Maybe Gus would go for a drink with him at some point. Or he could try and convince Geralina to go out for dessert with him, because Merlin knew she would prefer to eat chocolate cake rather than real food. He scribbled those ideas onto his list, and sipped his tea, wondering how busy Dorcas and Tersha would be these days, they were always up for a laugh. _______________________ tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange and Jovian Isobel Corrine Rowle words: 758 notes: <3 [googlefont="Reenie Beanie"] |
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Post by Tristan Jude Dearborn on Jun 3, 2018 12:57:21 GMT
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Val looked as uncomfortable as Tristan felt, though as the eldest of the two, Tristan tried to force himself not to feel anxious, or at least not to show it. One of them needed to stay cool and in control, and it really should be Tristan. He should let his baby brother have his say, get all of this stuff off of his chest once and for all, then they could start with a clean slate. And a lot of alcohol. He took a large gulp of his own drink while Val tried to form the words to say what he wanted to say. It was painful. Tristan's clear blue gaze held fast to Percival's face, though he was desperate to look away for a bit of relief. The anticipation was a nightmare. Waiting for your little brother to say he hated you and had hated you all through your competitive teenage years straight through to adulthood. Hate was probably a strong word for it. Resentment. That was more fitting, but sucked just as much.
And there it was, some mild form of confirmation that it was all based on truth, that he really did feel that way to some extent, especially about their mother's death. Tristan blinked. Chewed on his lip. Took a deep breath. He didn't know what to say to that. Honestly, at times he wasn't the best at thinking things through. Quite a few times in his life had he acted without thinking, followed a whim, gone with his gut without a second thought about anyone or anything else. It didn't usually land him in hot water, but apparently the day he had gone to Lunete to tell her the crushing news that their mum had passed, that had been a blunder. He hadn't even thought at the time whether anyone else would have wanted to tell her. Who would want to give such horrible news to such a young girl? That had been his thinking, and he had just wanted to get it over with so that they could all be on the same grief filled page. If he had bothered to stop for half a minute to consider that Lunete and Percival were so incredibly close and he might have wanted to be there for her, Tristan wouldn't have gone. It was too late to take it back, but hopefully it wasn't too late to make amends for his lack of thought.
"I'm sorry," he said with a shake of his head, opening his hands out on the table as he tried to figure out what to say to show how he felt. "You know me, sometimes I act without thinking. If I'd have thought it would upset you so much, I never would have done it." He was trying so hard to remain tactful and in control. Part of him wanted to say "do you think I enjoyed telling Lunete her mum was dead?" Part of him wanted to exclaim "it's not exactly a job I wanted! What is there to be jealous of?" But he didn't. There was no point arguing over the past, it could ever be changed. If it could, Tristan would sooner change the fact that their mother died at all, rather than the petty detail of who told their sister about it. It was petty, when it came right down to the bone. It was trivial, and unimportant, at least to Tristan, but it clearly meant something to his brother, and if he could make Val feel a little bit more at peace with what had happened, then wasn't that his job as a brother? It was his duty to do that for any of his siblings. To ease their pain if he could. There had always been a competitiveness between the two men that weighed heavy sometimes, Tristan had been competitive in his own quiet way, working hard in the background to make sure he was the best, but he had never had any interest in being in competition with Val. Not really. And it certainly never would extend to competing for the closest bond with Lunete, that was ridiculous. Val owned that title, and he could keep it. Tristan was happy with all of his relationships with his siblings, and as soon as they cleared the air today, he might be happy again with Val, too.
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Post by Tristan Jude Dearborn on May 18, 2018 8:31:09 GMT
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Tristan shook his head, mostly to himself, but he wasn't shy of letting Percival know that he didn't like seeing his baby brother this tired and worn. It was hard to think of what he'd been through and that he'd not taken any time to properly heal. The distraction of work was a good one, it really was, and Val's work would certainly keep anyone's mind occupied to the fullest, but it wasn't the healthiest way of dealing with a trauma like the one Val had had. He allowed the tales of Merlin's Grave without any contest, not wanting to nag his brother. Tristan was a firm believer in freedom, and letting people deal with things the way they wanted He was not a pusher, or a nagger, or someone who would refuse to understand that everyone was different. Val needed this to keep him sane right now, and so Tristan nodded along at the mention of forests and cryptic clues. "It'd be ironic if it was the Forbidden Forest, wouldn't it," he joked with a laugh, thinking that old Merlin's grave being right under their noses at the school would be quite the humorous twist. Highly unlikely, though.
Their drinks arrived and Tristan smirked at the look Val gave the waitress. It appeared he hadn't lost his ability to flirt while under the curse, the poor girl didn't know where to look, and Tristan chuckled to himself. They were a good looking family, the Dearborns, that was no secret, but it was funny to see his brothers in action. Tristan was a flirt himself, but seeing that Dearborn charm being worked on others from a distance was amusing. And it really did work! His amusement was cut short when Val decided to jump right in to the juicy stuff and brought up the elephant in the room without much warning. Tristan took a gulp of his own drink, clinging on to the glass like it would help him through the conversation. "Right," he nodded. "Look, Val, I know you weren't in your right mind then. I do. It wasn't you that said all of those things." He paused for a second to think of the most tactful way to put it. "I mean, it still hurt, but it wasn't you." He took another long sip of his drink.
"Unless that's how you really feel..." This was the hard part. What if he turned around and told Tristan that he meant every word that had come out of his mouth and that he genuinely felt that way and still did today? Of course the words had come from a place of truth, they were based on real events, they had to be true to some extent, but the nastiness behind them... Tristan held out hope that they didn't come with that amount of hatred behind them. His brother had not been in control of himself, and if he had been and those topics had come to light, it would not have been nearly as painful as the vicious attack that had actually transpired. Tristan's fingers twirled nervously around the rim of his glass as he waited for his brother to say something. To tell him, respectfully, that he did mean it all, and he resented Tristan and always had. It would be a slap, but he'd find a way through it. They were brothers, there had to be a way through this to the other side without either of them feeling uncomfortable around the other. Tristan couldn't imagine a life where he couldn't sit with Val and laugh and talk and be at ease.
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Post by Tristan Jude Dearborn on Apr 5, 2018 15:59:37 GMT
 Love Is All Around Us Maybe not that special. Then again, Tristan wouldn't mind being showered with heart confetti if it was from someone he cared about. As it was, he didn't really have anyone to fuss over this year except for a girl he'd only known for five minutes. He often thought it would be nice to settle down with someone, to have that regular person who made you feel special, but it just never seemed to happen for him. Not for lack of girls in his life, there were plenty, but he didn't fancy committing to any of them. Clearly he was the problem, and as soon as he reached a day where he fancied a change in attitude, he was sure the right girl would come along. For now he would share the glitter sprinkles of his colleagues and eat them for breakfast. Plucking another pink heart from his cereal, he munched on another spoonful and then eventually gave up, sliding his bowl across the table out of the way and glancing at the toast that was on offer instead. The house elves had cut the toast in to heart shapes and the butter had glitter in it, but it still looked delicious, and Tristan wondered if there was anything they could do to a meal to make it taste like crap. Probably not. He picked up a slice of toast and took a large bite out of it, thinking boldness was the only way to go with trying new things. It tasted just like toast. Not sweet and sticky like it looked, and nothing exploded in his mouth. Just toast. He nodded in satisfaction and finished the rest of the slice before scanning the table to see what else was on offer. Holidays were fun like that, there was always something interesting about the food, or the decorations dotted about the castle. The shiny paper on his chocolate heart lollipops caught his eye, and he picked a pink one up and held it out for Hazel. "How about something a little less special?" he said as he offered the sweet treat to her. "Happy Valentine's." It was a small token, but it was something lacking in drama, besides, he wouldn't eat four of the things all to himself, he needed help to get through them. A sweet tooth was not something Tristan had ever really had. _______________________ tag: Hazel Winifred Vector /open notes: Happy Valentine's Day! <3 outfit: Smoochalicious![googlefont="Reenie Beanie"] |
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Post by Tristan Jude Dearborn on Apr 5, 2018 15:45:41 GMT
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Tristan listened proudly to his little brother talk about his lifelong quest to find Merlin's grave. He admired the ambition Val had for it, the fact that even after all this time he never gave up. Tristan didn't have that kind of staying power. He liked to learn and explore and adventure, but after a while, it all got a bit old, and he needed something new to ignite the spark in him again. His years teaching in Europe had been incredibly fun and enriching, but his new role at Hogwarts had proved to be an invigorating change for him, and just what he needed, even though he hadn't realised he needed it yet. Change was good, but he did so admire sticking power like Percival's. "I can tell it's been rough," he grinned, blue eyes scrutinizing his brother's face. "You look like you need a good rest." Possibly because of this new book, but likely because he had thrown himself back into work too soon after his stint in the hospital. It had clearly taken it's toll on him, though Val didn't seem to notice. Tristan noticed, but he wouldn't push. He could comment though, a did often. "Have you managed to figure out any of it's secrets yet?" Or was this sleeplessness for nothing?
"Maybe that's my next project," he laughed at Val's joke about Legilimency. It would be a fun ride to learn the art, and definitely stimulating enough, that was for sure. He wasn't sure he would want to know everything another person was thinking about though, especially if those thoughts were about him. If there was anything Percival's curse had taught him, it was that sometimes you were best not knowing what people really thought or felt about you. Honesty was golden, it really was, but sometimes ignorance was bliss. He eyed Val with a smirk as his brother asked him to have a drink with him over lunch. Of course Tristan wouldn't refuse. This was meant to be a fun few hours for them to reconnect, to get past the awkwardness that had forced itself between them. A drink might hinder that if either of them had too many, but one or two firewhiskeys couldn't harm. "Of course," he nodded to the waitress who hovered, waiting for an answer, and then disappeared into the back. "It'll help that head of yours," he said, "or make it worse." Tristan's grin was warm, happy, the smile of a man at ease. For now.
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Post by Tristan Jude Dearborn on Mar 15, 2018 13:29:51 GMT
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It wasn't long before Val's familiar frame appeared in the doorway of The Three Broomsticks. Tristan shifted uncomfortably in his seat as his brother crossed to their table, and he forced himself to push the weird feeling aside. This was his brother. He needed to get over it and stop being oversensitive. Val apologised for being late, and Tristan shook his head vehemently as Percival draped his own coat over the back of the seat facing Tristan and sat himself down. "Pfft, it's fine," he said, waving a hand and offering a warm smile across the table. "I've got the whole afternoon off, I'd have waited longer." He'd have waited at least an hour for his brother. Maybe that would have resulted in having a drink at the bar with strangers, but he'd have waited. Seeing family wasn't something he did lightly, he'd have sent an owl or his Patronus to let Percival know he was still at the pub, and he'd have sat there and hoped his brother would show up late rather than never. That's what you did for family, or at least Tristan thought so.
"Back into translating books already?" he asked, amazed and more than a little bit impressed at how quickly Percival had jumped back into his job after being cured at Christmas. It hadn't been very long at all, and it was quite the brave move to run back to the thing that had burned you so badly. Some people Tristan had spoken to about it had claimed that Percival was silly for not taking some time off to recuperate and get his head straight again, but Tristan had defended him. His brother loved his work, and it was commendable that he hadn't let the horrendous curse he'd been hit with terrify him from being a cursebreaker. Most would have quit their job and gone to work in the post office or some other mind numbing position that was horribly safe. Not Val. Here he was talking about translating texts as soon as he opened his eyes in the morning. Tristan picked up one of the two menus off of the table and waved it at Val. "Sunday roast with all the trimmings?" he asked, already knowing what he wanted to order without having to look through what else was on offer. He'd been looking forward to a roast dinner all morning, and he'd have extra potatoes if he could charm the waitress into it.
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Post by Tristan Jude Dearborn on Mar 5, 2018 14:02:55 GMT
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Tristan licked his lips, which had been dry all morning. He couldn't believe he felt anxious about spending time with one of his siblings. Being around his family was one of the most natural and comfortable things in the world to him, but since Val's accident, it just hadn't felt the same. Percival was the one who taught Tristan how to be a big brother when they were small, and Tristan had always had a soft spot for him because of that, but it hadn't stopped Val from growing up to be competitive and just as smart as Tristan was. Competitive as he was himself, Tristan had refused to compete with his younger brother once Percival joined him at Hogwarts, and his usual need to be the best was pushed aside by a need to not be at war with his brother, who he loved. It hadn't always worked out that way, and there had been jokes made and things said in jest that might have lingered in the minds of the brothers, but nothing compared to the words uttered in the final few months of last year. Val had been hit pretty bad by a curse that had made him practically lose his mind, and he'd revealed some feelings that had mostly been hidden before now. Tristan wasn't sure how to deal with the new knowledge, and it had made him feel more than a little bit uncomfortable since Val was cured and out of hospital.
He couldn't, no wouldn't, let a few angry outbursts stand in the way of family, though. No mater what Percival had said on those frequent visits Tristan had made to him, it would not break their bond. Their family had been through enough, this damage couldn't be permanent, Tristan wouldn't allow it. And so he had owled Val to meet him for Sunday lunch at the Three Broomsticks, hoping something casual and light would make it less awkward for the pair of them, though Tristan was more than prepared to delve into some truths if it was what was needed to clear the air and make things alright again. He swept down the staircase that led to the Astronomy tower, and meandered his way through the castle, the journey to Hogsmeade a short one, though he wouldn't be apparating once he reached the school gates. It was spring, the weather had warmed enough to be enjoyable, rather than painful, and the snow had mostly all melted, so it was a pleasant walk into the village. Half a hour later he pushed open the door to the noisy pub, enjoying the hustle and bustle of people catching up with family and friends, just like he would be as soon as he found his brother. Blue eyes peered through the busy room, but he couldn't see any sign of Percival yet, so he found an empty table near the window and claimed it for the brothers, shrugging off his coat and draping it over the back of his chair as he waited for his damaged little brother to arrive.
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Post by Tristan Jude Dearborn on Mar 4, 2018 13:07:42 GMT
Hey, Hogsmeade girl! XD My peeps will definitely help swing her in the Order direction! Kit will need blinkers on if he's to have any involvement (don't you be mean to him!), but yessss, lemme know when she's ready to be swayed! And Jules says he wants naked forest time already. LMFAO
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Post by Tristan Jude Dearborn on Mar 3, 2018 20:09:54 GMT
Love Is All Around Us So it was her dad that had sent her the attention grabbing card. That was cute, and it made Tristan smile to think that one day he might have a daughter of his own to do a similar thing to. He didn't necessarily have any clear ideas about having kids one day and what he might want in a way of family, but he liked to think he might settle down eventually. He wasn't in any position to do that just yet, though, and was perfectly happy with that. His career had taken a major turn and it was exciting, he wanted to explore that and enjoy it to the fullest before he did anything that might change his position again. Working at a magical school was a lot different to the muggle ones he'd been teaching at in France, and those were both different again to the ones he'd studied at in Italy. It was a new adventure, and though it was technically going right back to his magical roots, it felt fresh, new, invigorating. He just hoped his afternoon date would understand that if she decided to get more attached than Tristan wanted her to. She would be fun for a few dates, but he couldn't see it going any further than that. He almost choked on his cereal at Hazel's words. "Your dad tries to ki-" Tristan broke off quickly before he could finish his sentence as he realised what she had meant. Her father did not try to kill himself every year, he tried to outdo his valentine's efforts from the previous year. "Ohhhh, okay," he shook his head and scooped another spoon of cereal. "I'm following." Barely. Blaming it on the early morning and a lingering haze of sleep, he brushed it off. "It's nice to have someone make a fuss of you. Doesn't matter who it is," he said, meaning it. Feeling special was something that did the soul good. A little spring in your step, a twinkle in your eye, it didn't have to come from a lover, just someone who cared about you had the power within them to make you feel great with a small token. Tristan liked to think that he was that kind of friend or brother, the kind to make his friends and family feel cherished every now and then, but he had to admit, he'd never done anything quite so public as showering one of them in sparkling hearts in front of an entire school. _______________________ tag: Hazel Winifred Vector /open notes: Happy Valentine's Day! <3 outfit: Smoochalicious![googlefont="Reenie Beanie"] |
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Post by Tristan Jude Dearborn on Feb 13, 2018 17:42:12 GMT
Love Is All Around Us Valentine's Day was never a lonely experience for Tristan. Since his school days he had had company for it in the shape of one pretty girl or another, and he was happy for that to continue. He had had a few girls who had lasted for two years in a row, but he wasn't looking to settle down just yet, and so a different girl for every year was not something he'd be complaining about. Today would be spent with a cute blonde he'd met in Hogsmeade. She worked at a bakery and Tristan had to admit, her muffins were something to admire. Her baking wasn't bad either. He was taking her for lunch later, since he was teaching tonight and could only get away for a few hours in the afternoon to have a bit of fun. He was sure he'd make the most of it, and it was nice that she'd sent him a little card stating how much she was looking forward to their lunch date, and a few cute chocolate heart lollipops from the bakery had been included. He'd sent her a little token in the form of a small bunch of flowers. Not roses, strictly not roses, he didn't want her getting any clingy ideas, but it was a pretty bunch nonetheless. He twirled a lollipop between his fingers as he sat at the staff table in the Great Hall, owls delivering packages and letters all around them. He couldn't complain about his delivery, and the students all seemed delighted with the things they were getting, even if most of them were from their parents. It was something Tristan's mother would have done had she been alive, sent him a little something just in case he was lonely. He smiled at the thought as he scooped some cereal into his mouth, his smile turning into a laugh as confetti rain began to pour down over the table. "Whoa!" he laughed, leaning away a little bit and glancing up to find the source of the glittery hearts. Professor Vector beside him looked rather sheepish, and Tristan covered his laugh with his spoon hand. "You know how to make a scene," he said, admiring the glitter hearts that sat in her hair, and knowing he'd have a ton in his own hair, too. He didn't mind, he was an Astronomy Professor, it was his job to admire sparkly things. He scooped another spoon of cereal, putting the lollipop down so he had a free hand to pluck a pink heart off of his spoon before filling his mouth and going for another scoop. "Tasty," he quipped, wiggling his brows at Hazel. _______________________ tag: Hazel Winifred Vector /open notes: Happy Valentine's Day! <3 outfit: Smoochalicious![googlefont="Reenie Beanie"] |
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Post by Tristan Jude Dearborn on Feb 1, 2018 15:59:21 GMT
 Happiness Can Be Found Chuckling to himself at Dorcas' words, Tristan merely shook his head. He hadn't exactly made an effort himself for the evening. She might have been stood there looking like she'd just hopped up off the couch after a nap, but he was just as disheveled, having ran his hands through his hair that many times whilst marking papers that it was probably sticking up in a right fashion, and he'd grabbed a leather jacket, and still had on slightly muddy boots from when he'd been out earlier in the day. He'd taught a two hour morning lesson to fifth years that was textbook based learning, and though he knew his students preferred practical lessons at night, they still had to sit and read sometimes, and day time lessons came in handy for occasions like this when he had to be out in the evening and possibly have one too many drinks. There'd be no teaching after that. He'd had a great afternoon out on his motorbike, and then forced himself to get on with marking homework after dinner, though he hadn't been at it long when he'd been summoned. He made no further comment on Dorcas' hair or any other part of her appearance, and merely stood at her side as Dumbledore stepped up at the front of the room. He didn't tap his glass, he didn't shout for attention, he just stood there, one hand raised subtly being effective enough to bring the whole room to silence as everyone immediately turned to look at the old man and dropped whatever conversations they were having. Now that was power. Whatever this Voldemort idiot had going on, it was nothing compared to the respect Albus Dumbledore commanded without even a word. Tristan was more than impressed, but then it was no surprise, the man had been just as well loved when Tristan had been at school, and it was no different now that he was an adult. The only difference was that he had been told to call Dumbledore 'Albus' instead of Professor. That would take a while to get his head around. He listened along with the others, eyes cast downwards at the thought of children being murdered so viciously, unable to stop himself from picturing Lunete's face as a child, a sickening feeling in his stomach at the thought of anything happening to her. Dumbledore's speech was quick and efficient, and though he ended on a positive note, ever the inspiring leader, the whole tone of the room was sorrow. Clearing his throat, Tristan raised his glass in a tiny salute to the old man's words, and sipped. _______________________ tag: Dorcas Amilie Meadowes , James Henry Potter , Lily Joanne Potter , Christopher Erebus Devereaux , Geralina Amara Drake , @phouxee , Albus P.W.B Dumbledore and everyone! notes: <3 outfit: Torn up.[googlefont="Reenie Beanie"] |
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Post by Tristan Jude Dearborn on Jan 21, 2018 22:22:44 GMT
Happiness Can Be Found The invitation erupted into his fireplace without warning, and Tristan would admit that he jumped out of his skin, not expecting the flames to leap and contort and spit out a piece of parchment at all. He was new to this whole Order business, though he'd been to a few meetings so far, but it was still weird for him to adapt to these special messages and secret headquarters and everything else that went along with the organisation. Nevertheless, he plucked the parchment from the fire before it could actually go up in flames for real this time, and read it over quickly, realising that he needed to actually leave now if he wanted to be on time. Grabbing his coat and wand, he locked his quarters up and began the long journey down the stairs from the Astronomy Tower, thinking that working up here might mean he could eat junk food more often, since he was bound to lose a shocking amount of weight with the daily exercise he was now getting just from the stairs alone. His legs had actually ached for the first few weeks of September, and he'd considered asking if he could take chambers on one of the lower floors, but the views from the ones attached to his tower office were too beautiful to pass up. He had slowed considerably by the time he made it all the way down to the first floor, and he turned a corner to see the swishing dark hair of Geralina Drake ahead of him, brain flashing with memories of seeing her walk ahead of him when they were teens, that same chocolate hair swishing, leaving him captivated and determined to ask her out. That had been a long time ago, and he remembered their time together with nothing but fondness, and a hope that they could be good friends after a while. There was only one way to make that friendship a reality, and he had been putting the effort in since he came to the castle in September. Picking up his pace once more, he caught up to her quietly, weaving in and out of students heading to and from the great hall for dinner, and fell into step beside her as they made their way down the stairs towards the front doors. She noticed him after a minute, and he smiled at her, eyes twinkling, knowing she was going to the same meeting as he was. He daren't say a thing about it for fear of being overheard and kicked out of the group he had so recently been accepted into, so he smirked and walked in silence, opening the door for her and closing it behind them as they made their way towards the fornt gates. Tristan was taken aback when she turned at the gates once they were past the barriers, and delivered that familiar adorable wit at him before apparating without him. Laughing, he took a minute to remember where he was supposed to be going, then carefully turned in place, a small crack filling the air as he disappeared only to find himself standing in front of the building that was slowly becoming familiar to him as time went on. She was already there, and he smoothed down his coat and approached the door, holding his own invitation up beside hers as they stood before the front door, the two pieces of matching parchment turning to ash. Enjoying that she felt comfortable enough with him to be able to laugh and joke, he finally tried to strike up small talk with her, and was happy when she engaged, even though they were only talking about who was better at apparition and how cold the weather was. He hung his coat up and followed her into the room on the left of the hallway, nodding his head to the little house elf who was watching them carefully. He didn't know most of the people in the room at all so far, though Tristan was more than willing to make new friends, but Geralina left him for a tall guy with a glass of water, and so he went to the only other familiar face in the room. Dorcas Meadowes. "Dorcas," he greeted. "Lose your hair brush?" he teased, taking one of the wine glasses Dumbledore had filled with a nod of thanks to the man, and clinking his glass against Dorcas'. _______________________ tag: Albus P.W.B Dumbledore , Dorcas Amilie Meadowes , James Henry Potter , Lily Joanne Potter , Christopher Erebus Devereaux , Geralina Amara Drake and everyone! notes: <3 [googlefont="Reenie Beanie"] |
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Post by Tristan Jude Dearborn on Jan 17, 2018 13:04:09 GMT
Order of the phoenix application Connection to the Order: Tristan began working at Hogwarts last September (1978) and was therefore in Dumbledore's direct line of sight for scrutiny over whether he would make a good asset to the organization. He is also good friends with a few of the Order members, Geralina Drake and Dorcas Meadowes (and formerly Paris James). Dumbledore himself asked Tristan into his office for a chat in November, and revealed to him that he considered Tristan to be quite an impressive young man, and somebody he would very much like to have join his team of renegades fighting this war. Tristan was quite surprised, but extremely flattered. They spent an hour chatting about the ins and out of this organization, and upon learning that he had friends who were members, one of them being Paris, he didn't hesitate to sign up right there and then.
Useful Skills: Intelligent - Tristan is smart and has always strived to be the best, having a mind like his on board would surely only be a help to the Order. He's a quick thinker, and a fast learner, and pretty nifty with his wand.
He has the element of being relatively unknown in England of late. For most of his twenties he lived abroad, and so associated with foreigners more than Brits, therefore would not be a familiar face for anyone to pick out as possibly being actively involved in this war on the country. He most certainly wouldn't be on anyone's radar as one to watch.
Useful Affiliations: He works at the castle, and is therefore able to take an active role in keeping a close eye on the students and looking out for any grooming of youngsters by You Know Who and his followers.
Why join the Order of the Phoenix? Tristan is muggleborn, first and foremost. He has four siblings, all who would be prime targets for Death Eaters, and he does not want to see them dead. He would do anything in hos power to keep them safe, and if that means putting his own life on the line, then so be it. He is nothing if not dedicated to his family, especially after the loss of their mother a few years ago. His drive to keep his brothers and sisters out of harms was is strong, along with a feeling of not wanting to be a victim himself. He doesn't want to sit back and be seen as weak, as a target, as someone who should be running and going into hiding. No, he will fight back, he will not be a victim. Aside from that, one of Tristan's oldest and dearest friends from Hogwarts was the target of a Death Eater attack last May, Paris James was ruthlessly murdered in the street, and Tristan feels like taking her spot in the Order is a small way for him to honour her, and possibly one day avenge her. Though he is not a fighter, his ability to love has pushed him down this path, and he loves fiercely.
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Post by Tristan Jude Dearborn on Jan 16, 2018 13:17:07 GMT
Tristan Jude Dearborn & Dorcas Amilie Meadowes Perfect!! Yes to it all!! Geralina Amara Drake & Dorcas Amilie Meadowes She totally understands Dorcas' ways of communicating after this long. XD She'd be grateful for the comfort. Sort of. Lmao Tristan Jude Dearborn & paris cordelia james I love these two. We need a few more guys their age to add to the group. Paris, Geralina, Dorcas, Tersha, Tristan, and a couple of other guys. The best group in school!! Then a huge flashback thread!! XD <3 Tristan Jude Dearborn & Jovian Isobel Corrine Rowle Well he doesn't care what she thinks of him really, as long as she's putting the work in. He will praise her genuinely and be happy that he's got a bright student in his class, rather than ones who think it's just a cop out lesson to get an easy pass. Lmao Tristan Jude Dearborn & Emily Jane Meadowes & André Daniel Meadowes Yesss! They have to teach him the Order ropes! I love that. <3 Tristan Jude Dearborn & Vienna Phoebe Rosier Well, he couldn't exactly pretend she didn't exist, could he!? XD So same year and house, he's great mates with her twin, he's gonna be alright with her, I suppose, but he'd sense that there was something between the sisters, something a little bit off (Vie's jealousy of Paris), so he'd be a bit closed off around Vie because of that, but definitely friendly. These days he wouldn't be so nice, he knows of Paris being disowned and thinks her family are shits for it, so he'd be frosty if they ran into each other. Tersha Alara Knight & Vienna Phoebe Rosier If Tersha catches any little hint that hubby is into guys, she won't hesitate to use it to try and destroy Vienna's reputation. Keep it secret, woman! And yeah, they can just give snooty glares whenever they cross paths. Once you've got Tersha as a friend, she'll be a friend even if you're dead, she'll always have Paris' back. <3 Geralina Amara Drake & Vienna Phoebe Rosier *trying to hold back the tears* "You stole by beautiful best friend's face and had her murdered! If it's the last thing I do, I will end you, Vienna!" Well, if she ever found out sissy dear was the one to arrange Paris' death, which she won't, but that's how she feels anyway. XD Hates her. Would want to cry if she saw her face. </3 Julian Astraeus Blackthorne & Vienna Phoebe Rosier He thinks she's bloody amazing, so entertaining and just his kind of person. No idea she's a DE (and likewise, she'd be oblivious that he's a wolf, or they'd have major issues, I'd guess), but as a person she's definitely someone whose company he prefers. Play dates, parenting bonding, all the hilarious day to day stuff that neither of them are really known for (plus getting drunk as skunks together). XD She's one of a small group of people that he's happy to have his son around. He hasn't got a clue who Paris was so far, he actually thinks Dorcas is Dorian's girlfriend at the moment, and wouldn't know what Paris even looked like to make a connection. So that'd be weird and wacky if he ever gets told about Paris. X'D Finley Charles Avery & Vienna Phoebe Rosier We really need to work this out properly. XD They're connected through his dad, though, and he may have fancied her at one point, but he's over that now since he killed Paris, he wouldn't want to be screwing someone and picturing their dead twin's face. LMFAO Livia Eleanor Grace Burke & Vienna Phoebe Rosier Livvi thinks Vie is great! She'd be nothing but nice to her and have no reason to think anything bad of her, really, so I think they'd get on pretty well, age gaps aside. Family is family, after all, and Liv would be lovely to Fin's wife if he had one, so Vienna is no different.
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