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Cramming the last of his cookie in his mouth, Tristan brushed the crumbs from his hands on his jeans. The doorknob turned with a flick of his wand. "Here you are." The windows overlooked a backyard wrapped in winter, sunlight piercing frigid glass and spilling over a desk and a decent sized...

Tristan had his guard up as he stepped through the doors of the Leaky Cauldron. He hadn't been to England in years and hadn't been at this pub- which he had once frequented on a weekly basis- for even longer. The man felt bad for leaving his wife to deal with three children on her own, but he...

The past months had left him weak in mind, body and spirit, but Tristan still had the energy to charge through the halls and up the stairs to the suite. With a grateful smile at Sarah, he could feel his heart hammering his chest as he turned the doorknob. Her warning was well taken. His eyes...

Tristan felt as if he were racing the sun as he charged through winter's bite. Despite his best efforts, it was late night before he made it to his birthplace. Stars were littered against black pitch, their light polishing the chiseled white below. The warm clothes that had nearly brought him...

Returning home was not easy. Disoriented and worn out, Tristan took a considerable amount of time simply finding his way back to Obsidian Harbor. From there he knew the way back. His journey was littered with frequent stops. His experience was much worse when he ventured closer to the...

Two days. Two bloody days were all that Tristan Drage would have left with his young son. He had planned his departure for the early morning, after Thorine left. It was good that she was as fed up with his 'yes love no darling' routine as he was. She left early in the morning and came home...

Tristan was still leaning against the wall when the sound of footsteps reached his ears. "Who's there?" he asked, his eyes narrowing. Although his mind was out of place, he still knew his own girth and used it to his advantage, whether by primal instinct or not. Most wouldn't dare to...

Tristan could never remember what he dreamed. His dreams were always nearly real in essence, though they hung at the tip of his tongue. It was as if someone scooped out his brains with a spoon every morning. These dreams only bothered him when he was left with silence or nothing to do. He...

Tristan had resolved to sit on the lone sofa situated in the living room as he waited for his visitor. His side of the duplex was pretty barren, having minimal amounts of furniture that he had managed to scrounge for low amounts of money. He was quite glad to have scourgify on his side, as it...

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Tristan sighed as he landed feetfirst onto a rather clean carpet, quite glad to have found a home to stay in. While he had been securing everything and dealing with legal matters as Ethan Mallard, his new alias. Elijah had grown up in Maine, having since worked at a lobster fishing company and...

Tristan's disposition was as icy as the artic region that engulfed his childhood home as the pop that was unanimous with Apparation reverberated in his ears, landing precisely on the chilled stone floor of the dining room, blue eyes darting about as they found an emptiness that was exclusive to...

Tristan had spent most of his time sulking these past few days, in a terrible mood and having hardly spoken with Morgase after she had made her little statement about him not being verbal enough a few days ago. He was angry about it, but hadn't had the energy to voice it. As usual, he took a...

Tristan could not help being in a particularly delighted mood as he stepped into the flat, not having to arrive polyjuiced for once, clutching an issue of the daily prophet and humming a nameless tune to himself. He was still unable to get over the fact that was going to be able to live his life...

Tristan once more lit up his cigar as he lounged in the vicinity of an abandoned old muggle cafe, a place that he doubted anyone would enter, the rats having since made it their home. He preferred to be sitting in luxury, but for the time being, the setting quite met the purpose. He smirked as...

Tristan, having been in Russia already, had no issue disapparating to Drago's place, having gotten the address only once. He hoped that this was the right place, toting a large vase and sporting an evil smirk on his face as he rapped on the door with a large hand, hoping that Drago was somewhat...

A bead of sweat trailed down Tristan's temple as he apparated to Josh's place in New Zealand, inviting himself inside and waiting for his old friend to appear. And immediately started to look around for some parchment; there were two letters he had to send: one for confirmation of some...

Tristan flexed his knuckles as he waited outside an agency on a bright sunny day in Melbourne, Australia, the sun beating down on his back, being quite an irritant. He was waiting for Josh, looking quite ridiculous in a tuxedo, playing with his tie. He had not worn a getup like this since he...

After telling Josh the location of the pub he had found and giving him instructions, Tristan apparated to Liverpool, pulling his hood about his face. He wasn't taking any chances. He sighed as he strolled down a dark alleyway between two old decrepit buildings, a set of stairs seeming to lead...

Tristan Wolfgang Drage Date of Birth: August 9, 1978 Full birth name: Tristan- "Tumult, noise, bold" (Welsh) Wolfgang- "Wolf way" (German- after Tristan's uncle Wolfgang Kirk) Drage- 'Dragon' (Norwegian- Tristan's distant ancestors became experts working with this magical creature in remote...