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*looking sympathetic when Tristan talks about difficulties and then amused when subject turns to his mother*Â Iâm glad. My father and I have reached a harmony too. *Tristan had to have heard of the elder Marksâ arrest*
*Heâs heard some of it before, but he doesnât interrupt* I was hoping Mercy would be here. Give her my love when you see her. Tell her to come get it herself next time. I would like to see her and Colinâs son too, but I had thought that might be stretching the expectation too far.  Does the child favor Mercy or Colin more? How is Mercy adapting to motherhood? *approving, as he seldom would be when saying the following words* You have a soft heart. Iâm glad you have retained it, and that you are looking out for those that lost at Knockturn. I heard about what happened when everyone else did. I can assure you I had nothing to do with it.Â
You stuck with the runes course then and itâs going well? You always did have a talent. I hope youâre enjoying it.Â
Do you think managing the family will be enough for you? *Itâs never a question of whether Tristan would be up to the task in Jonathanâs mind. Tristan is more than capable*
I miss my wife. I miss law school though by now I am far ahead on the curriculum. Iâve traded more than I wanted to, not for the purpose I wanted to. Killing that girl, killing Evelyn Lockhart, was a mistake. I donât claim it was an accident, but it wasnât a murder either and I would take it back if I could.Â
I wonât say I would take back other decisions. I did what had to be done, what I was driven to in some cases, and I will continue to do so no matter how few I can make understand. I could have let Evelyn Lockhart climb out of that fountain however.Â
,,,But then perhaps she would have struck me in the back and she would be the one giving you regrets if she even felt them. Forgive me if I consider that reality poorer.
They do say distance makes the heart grow fonder. *The joke is cautious, as is his smile, but the longer the conversation continues the more comfortable he feels.*
He has Colinâs colouring, and his eyes, but he looks more like Mercy, I think. Has the Lavrentyev curls, too. Mercy...sheâs doing well with him. Better than she thought she would, from what I can tell. *She was as worried as he gets, sometimes, that their motherâs post natal depression would haunt her children, but she loves her son. Tris sees it in her face every time he goes to visit.*
I know you didnât. *Thereâs not doubt in his face or his voice.* Knockturn Alley was meaningless destruction. There was no point to it but panic, and hurting people whoâve done nothing more wrong than carry a bad reputation in a long time. Youâve never done anything without reason. Mindless destruction isnât you. *Even if he canât yet grasp Jonâs reasons, he knows he has them, and that his choices are always justified, and logical. Knockturn Alley wasnât. It was...angry.*
I am. I think Iâll keep doing it; keep up with the work Iâm doing right now. I donât think I could be content just taking over my grandfatherâs responsibilities. Youâre right, in that it wouldnât be enough.
*He nods at the mention of Delphina - even Tris misses her, if just for the simplicity that was bickering with her. Life was easier when Delphina West was the greatest frustration in his everyday life - before freezing when Jon talks about Evie, blinking up at him, stuck for a moment.*
She never would have apologised. *It comes out as a whisper, and he swallows hard.*
She would have had no doubts it was the right and just thing to do, and considered any grief on my part just more proof that I tried to kill her when we were teenagers. Evie was...she didnât deserve to die, and I loved her, but she was never going to be my friend again.
I donât know which reality would have been better. I loved her, but you...Iâve known you since I was toddling. Youâre more my brother than Josef ever was. I canât imagine a world without you.
*His next breath shudders, and his fingers itch with the urge to rub at his face with the heels of his hands, but he resists.*
I donât understand any of this, why all of this is happening. I feel like Iâm going crazy, sometimes, worrying about you and then about Roxanne, remembering Evie and the memorial and then hearing Roxanne talk about the people on Knockturn Alley like they donât mean anything.
Please. You promised youâd explain this to me, or explain what you could, your intentions, at least. That youâd tell me the why of it.
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âI would have understood. It would have disappointed me, but I wouldnât have been angry. Come on, letâs find a quiet place to sit. The party can go on without me for awhile. There are other priorities. Whatever other lessons Iâve had to reflect on the past few years, Iâve learned something of how sentimental doesnât have to be followed by the word fool and the small picture shouldnât be lost for looking at the larger one. I was sorry to hear about Mariya. I guess we should start back that far. Tell me about your life.â
*He follows Jon, smile the tiniest bit strained even as he forces away how conscious he is of everyone who will look on this interaction with disapproving eyes - though he comforts himself with the thought of Colin and Olivier, and the impossibility of either of them finding fault with him talking to Jon - before biting back a slightly incredulous, and maybe a little bit hysterical, laugh at the question.*
Thank you. It was...it was difficult for a lot of reasons, but some things are easier now, too. I donât think my relationship with my mother has ever been better. *Which is not to say itâs quite good, as evidenced by the wry twist to his mouth, but the point stands.*
Since Mariya? Well, I broke up with Lawrence, though I figure you probably knew already. Iâve seen Mercy; she returned to the world at Josefâs wedding, with Colinâs baby on her hip, so sheâs still dramatic as ever. Iâve started doing commission work for most of Knockturn Alley, since the attack; protective circles, and such. Iâll do them for just about anyone who hires me, really, but the families on Knockturn are the ones who need them most at the moment, and no one else will take their money.
*Thereâs the barest thread of tension in his voice as he touches on that, and he presses his lips together, visibly displeased, before refocusing and looking back at Jon.*
I went back to Russia for a little bit, before the attack. Spent some time with my Grandfather, let him teach me some more about how he leads our family. He misses Mariya, but heâs doing well.
I confess, nothing really exciting has happened outside of everything happening in public. No near death experiences since the last one.
How have you been?
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âDoes it sounds insincere if I say I am especially glad you made it tonight? I think those words have come out of my mouth too much in the past hour. Iâm not trying to come across as political. Itâs a true statement for so many people.â
âIt doesnât,â he assured him, smiling uncertainly. âI am...glad I decided to come. I almost talked myself out of it, for a little while, but I...yeah, Iâm glad I came. I would have been disappointed at myself, if Iâd missed the chance to see you.â
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âNo, not bad at all, at least not all the time to be in a different place zan you expected.â The words were quiet and only half believed. âMaybe itâs where you were meant to be to begin witâ â For those who could still remember what they wanted or what they thought they were meant for after how many times it had changed.
âIâm afraid Iâm not looking for protective runes, but rather advice or training on âow best to break or disarm some of the more complex ones.â He put his hands up to forestall misunderstanding. âOr at least detect some of the ones that trigger zah nastier curses. In tracking down some old sources for the paper Iâve found many of the more reclusive âave  become a bit paranoid to put it mildly.â
Honest intentions and a happy New Year are everything Olivier wants to believe in and heâs glad that at least one other person reinforces the idea itâs not beyond reach. âWho do you think sent the invitations?â
âFate works in funny ways,â he agreed, smiling, before his expression slackened in surprise at Olivierâs clarification of what he was looking for; and he blinked, humming in understanding.
âI can do that. Or, well, I can talk you through the different methods of going about it. It depends on how the runes are constructed, how complicated they are; if you can see them, and read them first, that will always help. But I can run you through a crash course on recognising the really dangerous ones, and how to disable anything nasty. So long as you promise not to use my precious knowledge for nefarious means,â Tris tacked on as an after thought, grinning at his friend.
He hesitated a moment at the question, smile fading a little, turning sad and introspective, and lowered his eyes to stare at his hands while he tangled his fingers together nervously.
âI...I think itâs Jon. Jonathan Marks. It sounded like him, the way it was written, and I just...I donât know. Have a feeling.â He shrugged helplessly, feeling a little silly now heâd said it aloud.
*Flourish and Blotts*
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âYeah, like your family,â she unapologetically parroted the words back to him, not exactly trying to pick a fight, just being blunt as a battering ram and making an unfunny, obvious low joke that wasnât exactly a joke either. âBut not like you. Bullshit.â Tristan was one of the good ones. She knew that with every bit of certainty she still used to sort âgoodâ and âbadâ with very little room for the spectrum of gray. She let most of his words wash past her without taking in anything that challenged her point of view., only making the barest attempt to look abashed and then only so he didnât continue about the poor, desperate people of Knockturn Alley. There were no damn children living over those shops, she would have known. She wouldnât have endangered children. It was too uncomfortable to fathom he could be right, much easier to believe he had his facts wrong, taking someoneâs sob story as fact.Â
âI know just how to deal with passive aggression, though one may think that Iâve outgrown it,â she hummed happily, waiting for Tristan to snort at the picture of her levitating paint balloons over Jonathan Marksâ head, almost presenting the idea as a type of peace offering, ready for them to be on common ground again after the few moments diversion.
âYou forgot to question whether a balcony would count as within the walls. Even simpler than waiting in the elevator.â Though Tristan may have gotten more apprehensive as he cataloged the loopholes, Roxanne grew almost giddy, âQuestion would be how we would safely test some of those out. Hate to keel over if interrogation under veritaserum counts as causing emotional harm or something silly.â
Tris bit back the impulse to argue the point, to keep protesting - and buried the niggling urge to push at her distaste for the occupants of Knockturn Alley, and refusal to sympathise with them even a little, to dive into that rabbit hole and the revelations it might lead to - and instead just pressed his lips together in a firm line, letting it slide.
At the mention of her particular method of dealing with passive aggression, however, he did let out an amused huff, and offered her a brief, warm smile.
âI look forward to half the guest list being covered in various colours of paint. The throw back to simpler times might be just what everyone needs.â It would lighten the mood for him, at least, and he half hoped Roxanne was planning a slew of pranks that were that side of well-meaning for the night.
Just something ordinary. Something familiar, and easy.
He hummed when she carried the thought on, before snorting softly, smile dry and sardonic.
âWell thatâs when we start leaning toward spell theory, and how the Vow itself works. When it comes to breaking it - or, on the other hand, keeping it - must all those involved have to agree, or does it break as soon as one of the people involved thinks they have done? For example, say it was between you, me, and, oh I donât know, Diana. Say I cast the Vow between the two of you. Your old prank with the paint balloons likely wouldnât count as harm to either you or me, but almost certainly would to her, if you were to cover her in blue paint. Would her thinking youâd broken the terms of the Vow be enough for you to suffer the consequences? Is it dependant upon my opinion of what harm is, as the one casting the Vow? Or does it require mutual - or at least majority - agreement either way? Whichever way it falls, it leaves more room for either extra loopholes or a higher risk of breaking it.â He shrugged, and then sighed, leaning against the bookshelf behind him, arms crossed over his chest.
âI know youâre not usually one for advice, but if youâll take mine, and if youâre looking for loopholes for the reasons Iâm imagining, Iâd advise you err on the side of caution. Iâm no expert in spell theory, but the vagueness of the proposed Vow is more likely to get you hurt than anything else if you try and take advantage of it. These things are tricky, and I...Iâd like to come out of a party with everyone I care about alive and intact, for once.â His smile was tired, and he fiddled restlessly with a loose thread in his sleeve.
It shouldnât have felt like such a big ask. And yet.
*Flourish and Blotts*
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Ed heard Runes mentioned a few rows away and immediately closed the book heâd been browsing, with his thumb as a placeholder, and walked over to listen in. The joyful spring in his step on the way faded when he was close enough to realize there was another focus to the discussion: Knockturn Alley. He suddenly felt sick and knew his face had sudden gone pale, so he cast a silent Transfiguration charm on his cheeks to regain the color. The pleasantly warm feeling that crept through his cheeks almost felt like two hands pressing gently to his face and it brought a smile to his face.Â
The party. This wasnât the first time heâd heard a stranger talking about it. The more people he realized were going, the more torn he became over attending himself. Heâd never been one for big crowds (outside concerts, but those were totally different experiences), and over the last few months found himself becoming even warier. Even in the cafeteria at the Ministry, he felt uncertain about who might be looking his way too much. It was a skeptical feeling that left him feeling uneasy more often than he wanted to admit.
âIt could also just be a fun party,â he suggested with a hopeful smile, stepping forward to join the conversation when it seemed most fitting. âEveryone enjoys a fun party.â
He blinked in mild surprise at the new voice, before smiling briefly at Ed, and shrugging before he replied.
âI hope so. I hope it turns out to be everything the letter said. It would be nice to just...have a fun New Years.â It would be nice to have the opportunity to talk to his old friends without making everyone think heâd leashed himself to their new cause, he half wanted to say, but didnât, sparing Ed his emotional turmoil.
âAre you planning to go with anyone, Ed?â He wanted to ask how heâd been, even it had had been so long since Evie, now, but dared not mention her name aloud.
Tris was invested in Edâs happiness, in the idea he might be moving on, a little, with his life, but not so much that he was willing to risk conjuring the ghost of Evie between them. Better to leave her in peace.
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He was ready to take Tristanâs words for granted, not too interested in the social aspects of the disaster, but emphatic enough to place a hand on his heart and smile fondly of his former brother-in-law⌠though it was odd to think of Tristan that way. ââCongratulations, Tris. I knew you had soul, but this is great,ââ his voice contained enthusiasm over the gesture. ââDo you think they accept donations?ââ he felt the need to ask, wanting to help without getting involved in any physical work. It was his way of mirroring the good gesture.Â
ââMerlin help us,ââ he smirked, doubting it was the case. ââAnd even if we do get there, let it be in an alcoholic coma.ââ Granted, Colin didnât drink, but it was a nice joke for the moment.Â
He paid more attention as soon as Tristan started talking about his sister. ââI wouldnât say sheâs too happy to leave W-Wyatt with me either, but weâre getting there,ââ he sighed, a resigned yet hopeful smile passing on his lips. Something in the blue of Colinâs eyes felt sorry for Mercy. ââItâs a shame she doesnât plan on attending. Sheâs gotten pale inside Bath.ââÂ
ââWe havenât discussed it per se, but I donât think thereâs a question to it. We tend not to miss a good one. And Iâd insist on this one.ââ The voice behind the invitation was impossible to miss, albeit in the same key half of the pureblood community spoke in. However, there was something to it that couldnât remind him of anything but his old friend. Intrigue was swallowing Colin whole. ââI donât know if Diana is attending. I know Scorpius is. Giving the fact that they usually go together⌠my money would be on yes. Watch out for the bridal collection,ââ he flashed his eyebrows, clearly not into his best friendâs relationship with his sister. The wedding dress joke was more about how Diana always wore too formal attire, but the allusion to Scorpius and her also functioned well enough, though bothering Colin slightly, scratching at the bottom of his indifference.
âI think if theyâre not currently accepting them, setting up a fund would be a really good thing to do,â he offered, grinning back at Colin.
His mouth twisted, a little, at the reminder of the disconnect between Colin and Mercy, how his big sisterâs stubbornness and possessiveness of her son made her reluctant to leave him with his father, before he sighed and shrugged a shoulder helplessly.
âSheâll return to the world. Make her entrance dramatic as possible, of course; but just...itâll take her a little while. Especially with how dangerous attending parties can be these days,â he mused, smile wry.
âOnly Diana would ever dare turn up to a New Years party in a wedding dress,â he offered, rolling his eyes fondly.
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âThe variables are insane,â Roxanne sympathized. âAccounting for every possibility could drive you around the bend. Better you than me. Iâm pretty sure you have longer to go.â She kept it light. âWhy are you accepting commissions from Knockturn Alley business owners though?â She was careful to keep the judgment to a minimum in her voice, though harshness crept in with disdain as she continued, âYou know what kind of wix set up in Knockturn.âÂ
She flipped through a randomly selected book to give her something to look at that seemed more nonchalant than directly staring at Tristan and trying to read him. âIâd put my money on worse, though worse could be pretty fucking hard to attain. Iâm excited about the possibilities though.â Whether she meant for the party, for peace, or for hostilities was up to interpretation. âNotice any loopholes in the whole swear to do no harm spiel?â
Tris offered her a quick, slightly sharp look before he responded to the line of questioning sheâd taken.
âYes, I do. The kind like my family; like everyone I grew up with. Like me, to an extent. Theyâre not actually all terrible people; most of them are just old, and traditional, and stubborn, and have had businesses there for over a century. A handful of sketchy businesses doesnât make everyone who lives there sketchy; and there are children living in the flats above some of those shops.â His eyes eyes caught on another book, and he pulled it half off the shelf to examine it, before putting it back, and continuing in a softer voice. âNo one else will help them. Knockturn Alleyâs reputation combined with the attack means no enchanting or rune casting business of repute will even read a request for a property there right now, and the only one on the Alley itself went out of business over a year ago. Iâm still in university, I donât even have a degree to prove my worth. Iâm the very definition of desperate measures. If I say no, and something else happens, and people die, then that bloodâs on my hands.â
He finished with a decisive duck of his head, a sharp nod as he repeated what heâd been telling himself since the first of the shop owners had approached him, a tired woman who had gone to school with his mother and already been turned away by four different people; before the fight left him, and he rubbed at his eyes with the heel of his hand.
âI imagine at the very least the air is going to be thick with passive aggression. Itâll be like all those parties we went to when we were kids, only magnified.â He snorted under his breath in dry amusement; and then looked back at her, a touch puzzled.
âLoopholes?â
He pondered for a moment, chewing at his bottom lip, before grimacing.
âI mean, thereâs plenty, if youâre pedantic. Raise no weapon is hard to get around, sure, but harm entirely depends on your definition of the word. Is kidnapping harmful if youâre gentle about it? Or interrogation, or mind control spells, or spiking peoplesâ drinks with veritaserum? Thatâs the problem with things like Unbreakable Vows; the broader you are with your wording, the more wriggle room you leave for anyone who wants to get around it. Thereâs also that caveat of âwithin these wallsâ, and whether thatâs the walls of the penthouse itself or the hotel in its entirety. If itâs the hotel, thereâs nothing stopping people waiting outside the building; if itâs the hotel, you could wait at the elevator itself. Itâs impossible to know whether the entire hotel will be fitted with anti apparition charms, though Iâm sure the penthouse itself will be, to avoid anyone getting around the Vow, and so it leaves open the possibility of the point of entry being easily trapped.â He blinked; and then grimaced.
âMaybe I wonât go after all. I feel like Iâve just talked myself out of it.â
Tris would go regardless, if just for the chance to see and speak to Jon, but he was finding himself less excited for it the more he thought on loopholes.
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Olivier held the ladder to steady it while Tristan looked for his book and until he was near the end of his climb back down. It was almost certainly unnecessary, but details such as that didnât matter. âAre you complaining or bragging?â the Frenchman teased, eyes warm. It was only in this context, happy for his friendâs success and oddly proud that Tristan was so brilliant with runes it was already being recognized, that Olivier could smile over anything to do with the destruction in Knockturn Alley when every time it was brought up, he saw broken and charred bits of the sign for Borgin and Burkes lying in rubble in his mindâs eye. It hadnât been Scarletâs storeâthat was Zonkoâs which still stood albeit as an abandoned shellâbut it had her name and thus its destruction added more weight to his shoulders, though he would hardly be able to articulate why. âYou should be bragging. Youâre âelping to protect and restore, one of the few lights in darkness.âÂ
Thatâs how Olivier saw Tristan personally too, and not just in the world, but in a more personal context too. So many people had left his life, and most by their own choice, that it was beginning to weigh again that it was stupid of him to keep opening up, but Tristan was still there, not quite constant, but someone who kept coming back.Â
âIÂ âave to confess zat I was going to use you for your runes knowledge too, but donât feel obligated. I wouldnât ask you to commit yourself if youâre already overtaxed.â
Olivier turned more thoughtful as Tristan changed topics to the party theyâd both received an invitation to. âI want to believe it can be taken at surface value. I still want some âope of normalcy, of âaving nothing greater to worry about at zah turning of the year but oo to kiss midnight even if no âope of a calm assembly witâout enchantment or a lasting resolution.â
He grinned back at Olivier, and waved his free hand idly.
âIâm just...pondering. Wondering at the difference to how things have played out. I donât really have anything to complain about, after all; different doesnât mean bad.â
Olivierâs next words piqued his curiosity, and he blinked back at him, before humming in thought.
âMost of what Iâve been working on should be easy enough to apply in numerous places. It depends on what you need. And you know helping you is never taxing; youâre my friend, which makes you my priority.â He nodded to punctuate the statement, before his countenance softened at the party talk, and he scrubbed his hand back through his hair.
âIt would be nice, to have things be normal, even if just for a night. Even if it is just pretending. And I...if the invitation was send by who I think it was, Iâm inclined to believe it to be genuine, the desire to just have a normal New Years Eve party. I canât speak for how others might try and take advantage of the situation, but I believe the intention is...honest.â
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ââYou should get to translate if thatâs what you want. Why did they send you for the job? Isnât anyone else who can do this⌠field work?ââ he was nothing but compassionate and interested in Tristanâs well-being. It was probably bound to be a permanent side effect of Mercy, caring about her little brother more than passingly.Â
The party talk brought the smile back on Colinâs lips, knowingly and in expectation. ââWe always need a little fun in the bleak times weâre living in. I mean, look at what youâre doingâŚââ He thought back on the night of the attack, remembering Roxanne burning a black cloak while her curls smelled of smoke, but that thought was to be locked somewhere at the back of his mind. What he didnât want to know, he didnât know.
ââIt can turn out decent, Iâm sure. I donât know the guest list, but the measurements seem effective enough. Now, it might get a little boring in the given setting, but Iâm sure most of us know how to light up a party.ââ A silent speaking of passed through his mind. ââIs your sister attending?ââ Your sister while addressing to Mercy was unexpected and sharp from him, but he asked the question as curiously and tenderly as he knew how. It even was heartfelt.
He shrugged a shoulder, adjusting his grip on the book as he smiled back at Colin.
âThe Ministry are focusing on government buildings, landmarks, that sort of thing; anywhere that might be targeted next. Theyâre thinking logically, not subjectively. The families still living on Knockturn Alley arenât high on their list of priorities, and most freelancers wonât work for anyone who lives or does business there. You know the reputation the kinds of families that live there have; half of wizarding London thinks they deserve what happened.â Tris let out a breath, expression turning grim. âEven more than that, Iâd feel bad if I didnât do what I can to help them. Itâs different to what I originally wanted for myself, yes, but the way I see it...when youâre able to help people, but then you donât, when they get hurt the responsibility falls on your shoulders as much as those of whoever is directly responsible. Itâs a lot of work, but I donât mind, not really. I even enjoy it, most of the time. Itâs just...not what I would have imagined.â
He offered the last part dryly, smiling again, before starting the search for a second book.
âI hope it goes well. At the very least, itâll be nice to go to a party and not end up immediately in St Mungoâs afterwards.â
The question made him pause; before he huffed out a laugh, and looked back at Colin.
âSheâs confirmed neither way, but I donât think so. Between you and Roxanne, and seeing half our childhood friends turned fugitives, plus the fact sheâs reluctant to leave Wyatt with anyone thatâs not you or me these days...no, I donât think we can expect her particular strain of drama. Not that it wouldnât liven things up, of course.â Not that it wouldnât be nice, to go to a proper party with his sister again, to watch her move around a room; but he doesnât expect to see her there.
âBut you and Roxanne will be going, obviously. Will Diana come too? I feel like Iâve not seen her in weeks.â
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â...but itâs of course more complicated than just standard fire resisting runic circles. Knockturn Alley exploded. Protection against that requires circles to do with spells, and with combustible potions, not to mention the half dozen different muggle ways there are to blow something up.â
Tris climbed down the ladder heâd scaled at the start of the discussion, the book heâd been searching for tucked securely under his arm, and huffed out a brittle laugh.
âWhen I chose Runes as my focus for university, I never imagined Iâd be commissioned by half of whatâs left of Knockturn Alley to come up with protection circles to stop their shops and flats from being blown up. I thought Iâd spend my life as a linguist. Doing translations.â There was a touch of ruefulness to his smile, under the exhaustion brought on by the last month, by the last three years, and he shrugged a little helplessly, his smile wistful.
âPerhaps this party is exactly what everyone needs.â He pondered for a moment, before scrunching up his nose, âof course it could result in hostilities getting worse afterwards, but itâs anyoneâs guess.â
He, of course, was attending because it was the only way to speak with half his childhood friends without looking like he was joining one cause or the other. Politics and party aside, he was just...lonely.
Tris missed his friends.
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Tris almost purred, leaning into the hand petting through his hair while he peered up at Cash through his eyelashes; and grinned up at him, stretching up to steal a kiss before he obediently laid back on the bed.
âSo you donât want me to suck you off? Well, alright. I guess I can do it later; maybe wake you up in the morning that way.â His smile widened, and he cocked his head; before his expression got a little more serious, a little more intense, and he sucked his bottom lip in between his teeth.
âIâll never say no to a show, Cash.â
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Itâs not up to me, Iâm afraid. I have no authority over this building so⌠itâs not something I let do anything, if it helps. Here for my salary.
...right. I was very much talking to myself, but okay, Victoire.
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âIâm quite sure they were blown away by âow well you presented yourself and backed up your CV. âOw could they not be impressed? Now, are you ready for lunch?â
*He offers Olivier a grateful smile, before nodding his head.*
Yes, Iâm ready. What are you hungry for?
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Everything alright? Something that I could help with?
*He straightens as he looks up at Luca, mustering a brief, slightly strained smile.*
Ah, Iâm fine Auror Anton. Just over analysing my job interview. Iâm nervous I didnât do as well as I hoped I would.
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Hiding the sack of galleons heâs just taken from the bank in his robe, Colin didnât expect to be bumping into somebody familiar, but he was glad to. ââTrissy. What have you done? Robbed this old place? You look great.ââ
*With a slightly strained but gratified smile*
Something like that. Job interview. Iâm mid obligatory post-interview breakdown.
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