🖋️Two-faced | Ambitious | Charming | 2049 Grad🖋️
Tristan wasn't thrilled to be back at Hogwarts. It was his final semester ever at the school, and the first time he'd ever not looked forward to returning. Vivian had utterly crushed his reputation, and his heart. And while Tristan couldn't say he hadn't deserved it, he was still upset about it all. He hated how people looked at him now as he passed them in the hallway. Even the smallest first years knew these painful things about him, and it made it extremely frustrating to see them look his way. Ever since it had happened, Tristan had retreated from the public eye. Before, he'd enjoyed the recognition that came with the prefects badge on his chest. But now, he disliked it. He'd thrown himself into studying, as his grades were something he still had control over. But he couldn't abandon his other duties completely, not without drawing unwanted attention from his teachers. So for his first patrol in the new semester, Tristan made sure he was on time. He'd been distant and quiet on his patrols with Hayley, and hoped that today it would be as quiet as it had been before. He waited for her at the spot they had decided on, leaning against the wall near a light. He was reading over some notes he'd brought just in case he had to wait. If he let himself do nothing for even a moment, his thoughts started to wander places he didn't want them to go. It was best to keep his mind occupied, even if only for a few minutes of waiting.