Recent content by Tristan Drage

Topics and Summaries* *Disclaimer: Many historical topics have been left out of this thread. Since I joined HNZ in 2007, many of the threads Tristan participates in are overly fantastical and not compatible with the revised site plot. I have made many necessary changes to keep Tristan's story...

Family (to be expanded) Parents Valcan Geirmund Drage Father Blood Status: Pure-Blood Profession: Retired Norway MoM official, Dark Arts practitioner, Former Death Eater Education: Durmstrang Widowed: Dorothea Kirk Birthdate: October 21, 1956 Dorothea Annegret Kirk Mother Blood Status...

Homecoming & redemption Ashamed and violated, Tristan returned to Julie in early 2023. Just weeks before, she had given birth to their daughter, Evan. Learning that Tristan had all but been a slave to Thorine, Julie slowly forgave him. They moved to northern Manitoba, Canada, for a fresh start...

May 2011 Guilt washed over Tristan as he hugged Estrella tightly, kissing the top of her forehead. “Of course I did, Stray,” he said with warmth, although his insides were iced over. He knew fathers weren’t supposed to abandon their children. That afternoon, he fully intended to take her back...

May 2011 Tristan had scared the living hell out of the two Muggles living in Lorelei’s apartment. He had apparated straight into the living room, where the two were snogging on the couch in front of a cheesy horror flick. The wizard had been just as shocked as they were. The decorations, the...

Tristan looked down as two little gremlins pulled at his shirt. Axel and Artem, Lily and Sumner’s youngest sons. Quickly, he snuffed out his cigar once more, his grimace melting into a smile. Trying to appear happy was not easy, but the young ones couldn’t share the burden of his grief. He...

Normally, Tristan would have roared at Josh’s rude gestures. Especially when they were directed towards people neither of them liked. Except, Tristan had a hard lump in his throat and a rock twisting his insides. He frowned as he watched his father walk away and disappear out the front door...

The color drained out of Tristan’s face when his father’s icy voice reached his ears. Speak of the devil, and he will appear. Tristan smashed his cigar into the ashtray, snuffing it out. He had locked eyes with Valcan when Josh fired off with a round of harsh statements. Tristan struggled...

Tristan cringed inwardly when Styx offered his condolences. Seeing as Kalif had been dragged into this unwillingly, Tristan didn’t find it necessary. He nodded at his former associate and offered a gruff “Thank you.” Tristan was relieved that Kalif was not the type of man to linger and offer...

“Oh, shut up, Erik,” Tristan groaned quietly. From where he was in the dining room, he couldn’t see the crowd that had gathered in the living area. He had no intention of joining them. Surprisingly, Tristan also felt a twinge of pity for Kalif. He must be horribly wary, like a rabbit trapped...

“To Julie,” Tristan said softly. He sipped at the firewhiskey, leaving half for later. It was nice to hear Eliza laugh. While things weren’t back to normal and never would be, it was a relief that others could find slivers of happiness right now. Tristan hated funerals. Even though he was...

Tristan squeezed his eyes shut. “You’re right, she would.” All the same, it didn’t keep him from feeling useless. Julie might have been a Muggle, but the year was 2051. Between magic and the medical advances of the mid-century, she could have lived much longer. If only he’d caught her in time...

Tristan’s existence was a blur. It was a miracle he’d slept at all over the past few days. Even so, he felt delirious and downcast. He appreciated the outpouring of support and the presence of family and friends. However, the constant stream of conversation overwhelmed him. Now that the evening...

Being back in Churchill was lovely. Tristan loved the crisp November chill, the longer cover of darkness, and the billions of stars lighting up the night. Most of all, he loved being with Julie. Three decades of marriage, though not without their trials, had been good to the two of them. If...

Tristan did not miss his daughter-in-law’s pointed look. There was no way he was going to stick around. He smiled amiably. “I can’t argue with Peter’s food and cocktails,” he replied, smiling, “we’ll be off in ten.” Peter and Frankie Faumuina were Muggles, but Tristan enjoyed their company, and...