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Text Cut: poor deer in headlights Tristan. My Sincerest apologies, good sir Quote:
Originally Posted by AlwaysSnapesGirl  Tristan had been experiencing a roller coaster of emotions ever since he had signed himself up for the Witch Weekly event. He nearly hadn't even done so in the first place, but after remembering the Halloween party...
Maybe it had been a lingering effect of the strange and still unexplained confidence he had experienced that night, or maybe it was just remembering how that had resulted in him asking people to dance and not only had they said yes, but it had also been fun! Though there had been that one girl who had said no - and remembering that was deeply mortifying - but, er, everyone else that had agreed to dance with him had been very nice, and he thought they had had fun as well.
And so with that in mind, in a burst of impulsive confidence, he had signed his name and information on the sheet.
And that was when the fear hit. And then he would brush it off and reassure himself that everything would be fine. Playing on the piano in the music room usually helped.
And then the nerves came back twice as hard.
Back and forth, up and down, until one day the note had finally arrived, and the fear was back in full force because now it was real.
He was...going on a date.
He was somewhat familiar with who Diamond Marchbanks was, at least in passing, but he wasn't as social as his sister Lyla nor did he read magazines like Witch Weekly, so he didn't know enough to gauge how this might go. But maybe that was...good? Maybe it was better to not have something concrete to spiral over and overthink about? Even if he was doing plenty of that anyway...
Either way, Tristan would see it through. His loyalty or integrity or whatever one wanted to call it would never let him back out at this point.
It would all turn out fine...hopefully. And if not? Well, he could always find a hole to crawl into and hide for the next five years.
The Hufflepuff spent much longer than usual getting ready that day. He looked a little pale from nerves, but there wasn't much he could do about that, and aside from that, he thought he looked fine. He could only hope that once they got to talking, he could relax more.
Tristan had hoped to arrive early and arrive first, but some students apparently thought they owned the pathway to Hogsmeade, and they and their friends walked side-by-side to block the entire path the whole way down. They didn't even bother to heed his attempts to politely excuse himself through or around them. Trailing off the path risked getting mud and/or snow all over himself as well, so he was stuck behind the rude, path-hogging students. Merlin's beard.
But at last, he made it to Hogsmeade, and it was easy enough to spot Diamond once he neared The Three Broomsticks.
Managing a smile, he approached her. "Hi, Diamond. You- um, you look great." He...wasn't sure if that was too forward, but it was true either way. She was pretty.
Diamond had seen him coming before he’d even spotted her, which gave her ample time to enjoy the view and analyze his behaviors without knowing he was under the magnifying glass - so to speak. Tristan Rivers was adorable in that fresh-faced, boy-next-door-who-had-no-idea-he-was-charming kind of way. The kind that made girls want to ruffle his hair just to watch him get flustered. But what she really liked - what had her already envisioning the highlight reel of this date in her mind - was the way he looked nervous, but still walked right up to her anyway. A gentle display of eagerness, like how he had weaved his way through the crowded streets. Very different to her own go-to style of elbows out and it was your own fault if you got in their way.
When he complimented her, she let a slow, pleased smile spread across her lips, tilting her head just slightly while considering just how overbearing she was going to be. "I know," she said breezily, brushing an imaginary speck of dust off her coat for emphasis. Then, after letting that settle for just a beat, she gave him a once-over, openly, appreciatively. "And so do you. Glad to see you cleaned up for me. I like the way your hair does that messy, effortless thing...makes you look like you just walked out of some tragic, heartthrob romance novel."
Take notes, Tristan. Cite your sources when giving compliments. It's okay. He could try again later.
Without giving him much time to fumble through a response, she took the initiative, slipping her arm through his as if they had done this a thousand times before. "Come on, pretty boy. If I stand out here any longer, some other poor soul is going to try and flirt with me, and I’d hate to break any more hearts today."
She shot him a playful side glance, squeezing his arm lightly before leading them toward the door. "Now, tell me...are you a butterbeer guy or in the mood for something more cozy like hot cocoa?"
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