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@Rayon Declaire: hope life (and the art muse) is treating you well! Was wondering if there were any updates?

U is for umbreon

(Apologies for my absence. Life's been busy and my muse was apparently comatose. I'll try to be quicker.)

Tristan's year had had the fewest boys sorted into Ravenclaw- a bonus some days. It meant there were only two boys other than himself in the dorm room... and they were both heavy sleepers. It meant that when Tristan couldn't sleep, he didnt have to worry about waking them with noise or lights. And that happened far more often than not.

He had himself wedged onto the window ledge in their dorm room, parchment, quill and textbook all within reach... none of it in use, though. Tristan was too busy lost in thought, staring out over the moonlit grounds, eyes drawn towards the newest feature- the large ship in the middle of the lake. The squid was nowhere to be seen, so it either wasn't bothered by it, or was hiding in the depths. He watched as a few of the lights on the large boat went out, some students must be wanting an early night for all the action the next day. He could see a few figures moving around on deck, just barely visible in the dark, little more than shifting shadows. He could catch a brief glimpse of one lone, still figure every now and again. Pondering briefly which of the foreign schools students it could be. He doubted it to be Krum, or any of Durmstrang's other would-be champions. That left only one... the younger boy he'd been shoved into after dinner. He smiled softly, wondering what the other boy could be thinking of... and himself thinking back on his earlier words, how the Slytherins behaviour wouldn't be tolerated in the other school. What about Beauxbaton? Would Madame Maxime and the professors there tolerate such actions and words? Especially at a time like this... they should be showing a welcoming, united front to the other schools...

Sighing softly, Tristan got up, putting his homework away- thank Merlin it wasn't due til the end of the week, anyways. He headed towards his bed, pausing and glancing back to the window as he reached for his pajamas to get changed. Not tired yet, he grabbed his want and a warm cloak instead, heading out of the dorm and down to the common room. From there, out into the hallway, creeping silently along the corridors and down the stairs towards the doors. He was amazed every time with how easy it was to sneak out of the castle- he'd only ever been caught twice in his five years at Hogwarts. Out of the castle and across the grounds, slowing when he was out of the light cast from some first floor rooms which were still lit with the curtains open. A beautiful night with minimal cloud cover, and a silvery crescent moon. He loved wandering the grounds after curfew... always so peaceful, especially the lake. Calm, almost a perfect mirrored reflection, distorted by the slightest of ripples caused by the ships gentle rocking.

Also, make sure the stripes you have are for the right item... Weve got ones for stockings/long socks, and ones for tights. Could that be your issue?

(CAS=children's aid society. Same thing basically.)

Kyrin gave a soft chuckle, shaking his head a bit. "I doubt it... unless you can somehow magically fit an extra eight hours into the day...?" He asked, knowing he couldn't. And he wasnt about to accept charity from his teacher. He didnt want or need anyones pity. Getting up, he grabbed his backpack. "I should get going... I need to pick up my siblings and get them home so I can get ready for work. I'll see you tomorrow, sir."

Kyrin sighed softly, rubbing his face with both hands for a moment before looking up at his teacher, remaining silent for a moment as he tried to figure out how to word everything that was happening, and just how much he could tell the man without getting in trouble.

Sighing again, he leaned back in his seat, head lolling back as his eyes shut. "I'd appreciate the extra credit work... and its not that I don't understand the work..." He replied, keeping his eyes shut. It made it easier for him to talk about everything when he could pretend there was no one listening. "It's everything else that's going on right now..." The teachers, at the beginning of each year, were made aware of his circumstances. They all knew about his father who'd run off, and his mum who was terminally ill and thus unable to work, leaving that responsibility to Kyrin, on top of his schoolwork and taking care of his siblings. Most of his teachers up til this point were willing to cut him a little slack because of it, and so had Mr. Gambit, for a while. Recently, however, things had gotten worse- CAS had been snooping around, his father calling and leaving hurtful, threatening messages at all hours of the day and night... And he was currently in danger of being evicted. With the way everything except his wages (and his grades) had been increasing, it was a tough decision to make whether he and his siblings would eat or have a roof over their heads most days.

Kyrin was at his desk, head propped in his hand. He was half asleep already when his teacher passed back the papers. Looking at it, he frowned softly and made a noise somewhere between a sigh and a groan, noticing the low grade and the note asking him to stay after. When the bell rang, he packed up his books but stayed in his seat.

He had had a long night at the club the night before, then had gotten home only to be up most of the rest of the night with his littlest sibling, Camille, who'd picked up a flu bug at preschool, and was supposed to be in early to help set up that night. All the wanted to do was go home and sleep, but he needed to speak with Mr. Gambit about his mark, and any possible way of boosting his grade.

The flush on Tristan's cheeks remained as the Durmstrang boy addressed him. "Y-Yeah. I'm fine... thanks." He said, fidgeting slightly, feeling a little embarrassed for this to be his first interaction with the foreign school. He shrugged slightly when Viljam asked who'd pushed him. It was hard to tell exactly who it was... At least, that's what he'd tell anyone who asked. In reality, he knew exactly which student it was who'd shoved him, who'd muttered the derogatory slurs about his heritage, and the two who'd laughed. "It doesn't matter." He said with another shrug. "I'm used to it."

@Rayon Declaire: thank you! I hope you enjoy having a bit of creative freedom with his design

@Shadami: no worries. Im working today anyways.

@Shadami: https://www.voltra.us/forum/view_topic/3636

This is a private 1×1 between myself and @Shadami: Feel free to read along, but please keep your paws off the pbutton unless you are one of us.

Warnings: possible mentions of abuse (physical and sexual); language; minors working in a strip club;

If any of these upset you, click away now.

As the Great Hall emptied of students, Tristan packed up his books and headed for the doors, talking to a couple of his younger housemates. They'd come to him for help with part of their charms homework. Everyone in Ravenclaw knew he was best in Flitwicks class, and it was nothing to do with house favoritism. He worked hard for his grades, and loved charms, both in practice and the theory behind them, and creating new ones.

Distracted as he was, he didn't notice the Slytherins next to them... not until he was shoved and told to get moving or get out of the way. He tried to keep his feet, but stumbled into a couple of boys ahead of them- Durmstrang, judging by their uniforms- nearly knocking them over as well. "Sorry..." he said, blushing a bit as he stepped back, looking up at the boy and only just noticing it was the same blond he'd met gazes with earlier.