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- August 9, 1978 (76)
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 without the major burdens now, with Vladmir gone and all.
As soon as Vladmir had kicked the bucket, he had wasted no time into returning to his old home in Britain, a now derelict house that he and Lorelei had once shared. He wanted to forget everything possible about the woman. He had allowed himself to fall in love too quickly and too infallibly, and he was going to shed the embarrassment of the situation once and for all.
He had arrived in daylight, and he could care less who saw him. The more sensible part of his mind wanted to rummage throughout the house one last time, but there was nothing that he truly needed. Truly wanted, either.
The only thing that could remain of this life was Estrella, the only thing he would allow to remain. All of his old love for Lorelei had disappeared, and while he had it for Estrella, he knew that he would never get close enough to her for it to count.
Wishing suddenly that he had the convenience of a pyrokinetic, he waved his wand silently, casting Incendio upon the dry planks of wood. He smirked in satisfaction as the fire snaked up the side of the house, a flame that would soon engulf it.
He felt absolute glee as he set the dry weeds on fire, and then the uncut lawn. For good measure, he walked three times around the house, setting what he pleased on fire and watching as the little house became engulfed in flames.
An odd smirk appeared on his normally solemn face as he watched, thinking, You deserved it, after all. Whether he was thinking about the house or Lorelei he could not tell, but it was all mutual.
Beginning to hum the song once more, he had disapparated to the flat, setting the Daily Prophet on the table next to the comfortable sofa, looking around for Morgase and Erik.
He found the little boy playing with some stuffed animals in his grim, picking him up with one easy motion of his muscular arm, smiling broadly. "Hello, Erik," he greeted, carting him out to the sofa.
He felt incredibly new, like he had been reborn. Nothing could quench his happiness at the moment. He had his son, he had Morgase, he had almost everythign he could want. A job was irrelevant at the moment- But his auror days were long gone.
He took to reading the prophet with amusement, his voice sinister as he laughed out loud at what he read, having been the instigator of this particular article.
He hoped King knew that it had been him who had blown his cover to the prophet, and for some odd reason he hoped that he was reading it now. Smirking, he continued to read the paper, having to catch up on the dealings of the wizarding world. He was not expecting the tap of the beautiful barn owl at the window, his eyes widening in surprise as he recognized who the sender must be.
As soon as Vladmir had kicked the bucket, he had wasted no time into returning to his old home in Britain, a now derelict house that he and Lorelei had once shared. He wanted to forget everything possible about the woman. He had allowed himself to fall in love too quickly and too infallibly, and he was going to shed the embarrassment of the situation once and for all.
He had arrived in daylight, and he could care less who saw him. The more sensible part of his mind wanted to rummage throughout the house one last time, but there was nothing that he truly needed. Truly wanted, either.
The only thing that could remain of this life was Estrella, the only thing he would allow to remain. All of his old love for Lorelei had disappeared, and while he had it for Estrella, he knew that he would never get close enough to her for it to count.
Wishing suddenly that he had the convenience of a pyrokinetic, he waved his wand silently, casting Incendio upon the dry planks of wood. He smirked in satisfaction as the fire snaked up the side of the house, a flame that would soon engulf it.
He felt absolute glee as he set the dry weeds on fire, and then the uncut lawn. For good measure, he walked three times around the house, setting what he pleased on fire and watching as the little house became engulfed in flames.
An odd smirk appeared on his normally solemn face as he watched, thinking, You deserved it, after all. Whether he was thinking about the house or Lorelei he could not tell, but it was all mutual.
Beginning to hum the song once more, he had disapparated to the flat, setting the Daily Prophet on the table next to the comfortable sofa, looking around for Morgase and Erik.
He found the little boy playing with some stuffed animals in his grim, picking him up with one easy motion of his muscular arm, smiling broadly. "Hello, Erik," he greeted, carting him out to the sofa.
He felt incredibly new, like he had been reborn. Nothing could quench his happiness at the moment. He had his son, he had Morgase, he had almost everythign he could want. A job was irrelevant at the moment- But his auror days were long gone.
He took to reading the prophet with amusement, his voice sinister as he laughed out loud at what he read, having been the instigator of this particular article.
He hoped King knew that it had been him who had blown his cover to the prophet, and for some odd reason he hoped that he was reading it now. Smirking, he continued to read the paper, having to catch up on the dealings of the wizarding world. He was not expecting the tap of the beautiful barn owl at the window, his eyes widening in surprise as he recognized who the sender must be.
