Tristan almost hopped up the many stairs getting to the Press Box, all springy and not that out of breath as others might get. He was excited, not because it was a Quidditch match, but because he was here with Nathan and they were definitely going to have fun.

Dressed in a blue tshirt and a pair of jeans, it was his face that truly marked his interest in the game. He had painted the Irish flag on half of his face and the other half with the Scottish one - in honour of his brother. "Go India!" He yelled loudly and clapped at nothing in particular, before he even said hello to the others already seated. He smirked at Nathan and then went to sit down at one of the chairs. "Hello everyone. What a wonderful day it is, isn't that true Nathan?" Eh? "I do hope Mexico wins today...Who do you think will win, mate?" Snigger.