Title: CLOUD, tristran cadmus arcaius
tristran cadmus cloud - December 31, 2008 10:38 PM (GMT)
TRISTRAN CADMUS ARCAIUS CLOUD
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THIS PLACE SEEMS SO UNFAMILIAR
AND YET I KNOW IT WELL
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the BASICS
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THIS PLACE SEEMS SO UNFAMILIAR
AND YET I KNOW IT WELL
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the BASICS
FULL NAME;; Tristran Cadmus Arcaius Cloud
NICKNAMES;; tris, cloud, jackass (he gets that occasionally. who knows why?)
AGE;; twenty-four
BIRTHDAY;; august 12
MEMBER GROUP;; Hogwarts staff
SCHOOL YEAR;; X
OCCUPATION;; professor of foreign magic at hogwarts
SEXUALITY;; heterosexual, though he has experimented in the past and it just wasn’t his thing
WAND;;12 1/4 inches, White Oak, Veela hair core. This is Tristran's second wand to date. His first, which he used all throughout his schooling and was very fond of, was snapped in half when he was running from a herd of Re'em in the woodlands of Canada, thus he purchased his second wand from a friend in Salem, Massachusetts, USA.
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I THINK I USED TO BELONG HERE
BUT THE ONLY WAY I CAN TELL
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the APPEARANCE
I THINK I USED TO BELONG HERE
BUT THE ONLY WAY I CAN TELL
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the APPEARANCE
EYE COLOUR;; bright, sky blue
HAIR COLOUR;; light brown
BUILD;; tall and skinny
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES;; he suffers from what his mother always calls ‘Chronic Bedhead’which only accentuates his preferred sort of unkempt appearance.
STYLE;; comfort and personality are key to Tristran. He hated wearing the uniform while he was in school, and it refuses to wear robes now. He likes loud T-shirts with various prints or bang logos, and has been ridiculed more than once for his… affinity for wearing girls’ jeans.
FACE CLAIM;;Tyson Ritter
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IS THAT I MISS YOU STILL
AND I CANNOT FIND YOU HERE
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the PERSONALITY
IS THAT I MISS YOU STILL
AND I CANNOT FIND YOU HERE
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the PERSONALITY
LIKES;;
Muggle music
Music in general
Especially rock and roll
Muggle clothing
His brothers (but he’d never admit that)
Traveling, of course
Reading
Telling stories
Teaching, to his surprise
His eagle owl, Pogo
Night-time
Being active
Wandering the castle after dark
Playing jokes
Pranking Mason Cadbury
Being annoying
Laughing
Cranberry-orange muffins
Coffee
sweets
Being random
Going on adventures
Magic
Being a wizard
Quianna Anne Stone
DISLIKES;;
His hometown
His father’s constant nagging
Being cooped up in one place
Predictability
Boring people
Wizard’s robes
Most professors at Hogwarts, even now that he is one
Being annoyed
Cats
Pumpkin juice (gasp)
A certain Slytherin student by the name of Knight
Going to every class he has in one week
Confrontation
Awkward situations
Goblins (especially the ones who followed him once)
Flying
The tension between Muggles and magical folk
The tension between magical peoples of different nationalities
Feeling useless
STRENGTHS;;
Courageous and unquestionably loyal when it comes to those he cares about.
Good-humored and able to get along with almost anyone (if he wants to).
Also has the talent to annoy the living daylights out of people.
Can recount details of a story off the top of his head, which really helps with teaching.
Thinks well on his feet, which has saved his neck more than once while traveling.
WEAKNESSES;;
Can’t stand being in one place for long so he tends to be a little flaky.
As Quianna once told him, he needs to grow a backbone and stop being a pushover. He’s working on that, if only because she’s so quick to call him out on it.
Is quite young to be a professor, and sometimes feels obsolete because of it, like people don’t take him seriously. (of course the constant joking around and acting like a kid don’t help with that either)
Sometimes develops a bit of a temper if he is being constantly nagged or feels particularly stressed out. He’s not one to pick a fight, but he’s had some experience in saying nasty things he really doesn’t mean.
FEARS;;
Being fired from Hogwarts.
Small, tight enclosed spaces. Yeah, he’s claustrophobic.
Falling into a rut and becoming boring as he gets older.
Growing up in general.
Death, and those around him dying, especially those he cares about.
The people of Greenwall discovering what he and his mother can do and chasing them off with torches and pitchforks, or burning them at the stake or something. It’s always been a nightmare of his.
WANTS;;
To be a good teacher, but not a boring one.
His students to feel like they can talk to him as an equal and not an authority figure.
To travel the rest of the world- everywhere he hasn’t been yet.
Quianna to finish school and become successful and happy at whatever she chooses to do.
SECRETS;;
Is currently dating Quianna Stone, a returning Slytherin seventh year.
Is sort of glad she failed her exams and is back for another year, just so he can see her every day.
Sometimes wishes he could be more serious instead of turning most things into a joke.
Thinks Hogwarts is the greatest place in the world, of anywhere he’s ever been.
OVERALL PERSONALITY;;
Tristran is a bit of a troublemaker, even now that he's an adult. He likes a good romp around the castle after-hours, and hardly ever sleeps more than three hours a night. He is not like most professors in that he's extremely laid back and prefers to tell stories of his travels during class instead of lecture on the histories or customs of some foreign society that eats raw fish and worships the dung beetle or something like that. He's a nice guy when it comes to his students, though he may pick on them occasionally or single them out before the rest of the class for his own amusement. He doesn't like giving out grades but he does it anyway because he must, though his system is probably a little whacked compared to most. He likes to give students marks based on their personal level of enjoyment of his class, which is almost always fascinating since he never tells boring stories. He prefers to keep it upbeat in there and sometimes lets his kids just run wild.
When it comes to overall persona, Tristran could be called a dreamer. He loves travel and is therefore always planning or dreaming in his head his next trip. He has a huge imagination and can come up with ideas that are creative and out-of-the-box fairly easily. Many come to him if they're in need of a little creative guidance. He likes music and can play many instruments, mostly exotic ones no one's ever heard of that natives in Africa taught him or something like that, though he can play the guitar and is able to pick out tunes on a keyboard pretty well. He likes to read and loves telling stories. He's quite the animated speaker when he's in the middle of one of his more exciting tales. He can be random at times, such as coming into class with no shoes or larger things like teaching a lesson on how to sing the national anthem of Luxembourg in Swahili...Tristran is quirky and he likes that about himself, no matter what some others may say.
He's a nice enough guy when he wants to be, but is always up for a good joke or prank, and has a sometimes rather wicked sense of humor. Tristran doesn't mind laughing at others' expense. He can be a very loyal and caring friend when he wants to be, but he has few friends anywhere near England so he's in the process of making them, which is a challenge but a nevertheless interesting experience. Tristran had never been in a serious relationship with a girl when he began working at Hogwarts, but not because he had trouble with girls or anything. He is quite the charmer when he wants to attract the ladies, and knows how to manipulate them with that boyish smile of his. That was, until he met Quianna Stone. She seemed immuned to even his best ‘puppy dog’ face, a fact which bugged the hell out of him at the beginnings of their friendship. Of course, Tris loves a challenge, so he never gave up trying to crack that mysterious immunity of hers. Now that the two have been secretly dating for a year, Tristran’s perception of relationships has shifted dramatically. He always thought of long-term relationships turning dull and losing their charm, but with Quianna, every day is a new adventure. There’s no telling what either of them will do next, and sure, they fight sometimes like all couples, but even the arguments sometimes turn into making crude jokes about one another.
Tristran is never one to judge outward appearances or actions of people he doesn’t know, though he may joke about them sparingly, and does not mean to hurt anyone's feelings. His major downfall is probably his overly active sense of adventure. Something about being cooped up as a kid has made Tristran the type of guy who never wants to stand still. He's always fidgeting and walking about the classroom while teaching, and hardly ever stays in one place in the castle when class is not in session, so he's nearly impossible to track down. He enjoys visiting Hogsmeade or (dare i say it) the Forest at times when he simply can't stay within Hogwarts' walls any longer, and has even been known to Apparate to far-off countries for the weekend or in between lessons to visit old friends, then Apparate back and carry on like he'd never left.
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YOU LEFT ME TATTERED AND TORN
JUST LIKE THAT SWEET SPANISH DOLL
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the HISTORY
YOU LEFT ME TATTERED AND TORN
JUST LIKE THAT SWEET SPANISH DOLL
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the HISTORY
PARENTS;;
father;; Dunstan Arcaius Cloud, 49, muggle
mother;; Una Loreina Caldwell Cloud, 47, witch
SIBLINGS;;
brothers;; Caius Norman Cloud, 27 & Embry Adonis Cloud, 21
OTHER;;
NATIONALITY;; British
HOMETOWN;; Greenwall, England
CURRENT RESIDENCE;; Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry
CHARACTER'S HISTORY;;
Dunstan Cloud had no idea what he'd gotten himself into when he first set eyes on Una Caldwell. All he knew was that he was young and a hopeless romantic, and he had found the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Their meeting was a curious event, happening on a day like any other for young Mister Cloud, who was walking down the lane in the tiny village of Greenwall in the English countryside. It was a very old little town on a hill amidst many woods, with a little stream running though the meadows that surrrounded the hill until the woods ran up to meet the tall, waving grass. The village was a quiet place and very old-fashioned; the type of town where everybody knew everything about everybody else, and few strangers or visitors ever bothered to come to.
Dunstan had never ventured outside of Greenwall, because it simply was not done. The people of the town rarely left for any reason, and those who did rarely returned. The few who did were often treated with contempt or simply ignored by the majority of the villagers, as though oustide the woods beyound the village was a world full of plague that would infect anyone who dared enter it. The people of Greenwall did not care to have adventures and were perfectly content to sit in their shops or the local pub and gossip with and about one another. Now, the occasional stranger did pass through and decide to settle in the village of Greenwall. One such stranger was the old 'Flower Lady', Aleiah, who grew the most beautiful and strange exotic flowers and plants in her garden to sell them to the people of the village. Dunstan had always gazed in wonder at them and tried to imagine the far-off lands in which they had once grown. Aleiah took a liking to Dunstan when he was a boy, and delighted in telling him tales of the world beyond the trees that he'd been sheltered from all his life. She told him of cities and cars and great rivers, and all the places she had traveled in search of her flowers and seeds. Dunstan dreamed of such places, but always thought of them like fairy tales. He never had the thought of actually leaving his beloved village to see them. He was level-headed and content to take over his father's General Store someday and live his life in peace, though he could often be found in the meadow outside the town, gazing as the sun set over the forest, dreaming.
Then, one fateful morning, on the Eve of Dunstan's twenty-second birthday, he was on his way to the General Store to work, but was suddenly distracted by a cry of pain from somewhere beyound his small cottage on the edge of town. He ran back to see what had made the noise, and stopped dead in his tracks as he gazed at the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She was lying huddled near the side of his back shed, clutching her leg. She was dressed in a long flowing skirt and loose-fitting shirt with her long golden locks tied in a loose knot behind her back. She looked windblown and upset, and lying beside her in the grass was what appeared to be a broomstick, though Dunstan had been sure he'd left the broom safely in a cupboard in his house. When the girl looked up and her green eyes met Dunstan's, she gazed at him for a long moment, then suddenly tried to stand as though to run away, but she stumbled on her injured leg and Dunstan ran to catch her in his arms. She allowed him to help her to the town Doctor, who inferred that her leg had only been twisted and would be just fine in a few days, but that she needed to rest until then.
The girl, who Dunstan learned was called Una, happily agreed to spend the next couple nights with Dunstan's parents, Arcaius and Johanna, who were pleased to help out the poor girl. Dunstan stayed with Una throughout the whole of her recovery, and the two became quite close in the first few days she spent in his parents' home. Dunstan found Una extremely easy to talk with, and her vivacious spirit was like a breath of cold, fresh air to the simple country boy. Una told Dunstan she had been sent away by her parents on her twentieth birthday and told never to enter their house again. She had been wandering around for the past few weeks and just stumbled onto this little village by accident. (Actually she had dropped right out of the sky, but of course she could not tell Dunstan that.)
When Dunstan learned this news of Una's homelessness, he insisted that she stay in his parents' home a little longer, until she found herself a place elsewhere. Of course, he secretly only wanted her to stay with him, and Una, who had become quite attached to Dunstan and the village of Greenwall itself, agreed to stay. Arcaius and Johanna treated Una like a daughter, even though they found her to be a bit strange at times. She was from outside the village, after all. They had never seen their Dunstan so happy, and were not surprised when Una agreed to marry him only a couple short months after their meeting. The townsfolk had a gossip field-day with the marriage of Dunstan Cloud and Una Caldwell. Dunstan had always been such a good kid, and now he was marrying an outsider. But Dunstan and Una ignored the talk and had a quiet, beautiful little wedding in the meadow which Una's parents nor any of her family attended.
Nine months after the newlyweds got settled and the village did not gossip so much behind their backs, Una and Dunstan had their first son, Caius Norman Cloud (named so after both their fathers). Their other two sons followed within the next six years. Una was surprised at how much she enjoyed the life she had now in this tiny country village. She had never dreamed of settling down like this, and though she also never dreamed of leaving Dunstan, her free-spirit did persuade her to leave Greenwall every now and then for weekend trips. Dunstan did not mind this much, and even accompanied his wife to London once, but upon returning to Greenwall decided not to go back. He knew that Una was an adventurous soul who was giving up her love for travel to be with him, and he loved her all the more for it. Dunstan was satisfied with running his General Store. They led happy lives and still do today.
Tristran Cadmus Arcaius Cloud (named Cadmus after his father's father, and Arcaius after his father) was born on a crystal clear moonlit night of August the twelfth. He was the second and soon-to-be middle child of Dunstan and Una Cloud, and soon became one of their greatest treasures. As a baby, Tristran was very adorable but also quite whiney, and hardly ever slept at night (a habit which he carried on into adulthood). He grew up in the quiet little village of his Fathers and was a rather rambunctious toddler, always touching or biting things he shouldn't or wandering off when his parents were not looking. He became a big brother at the age of three when Embry Adonis Cloud was born, the third and final son of Una and Dunstan.
Tristran grew into a pretty wild and happy kid- the kind the people of Greenwall called a nuisance. They always blamed the fact that his mother was from beyond the forest, which was absurd considering Tristran's older brother Caius was the most well-behaved child anyone could ever hope to encounter. But Tristran did not care to be called a pest or a wild kid, and he soon got used to hearing comments about him such as "That Una must be letting wolves raise the boy" or "Oh, he's got his father's handsome looks all right, but it's from the mother he gets that troublesome nature. I never knew what poor Dunstan Cloud saw in her..." Tristran learned to ignore such talk, and over the years even became strangely proud of the fact that he had 'foreign' blood in his veins. He became quite sure at a young age that he would get out of Greenwall and travel the world behind the trees that his mother had told him about. Little did he know that he would be getting that chance sooner than he'd ever dreamed possible.
On his eleventh birthday, Tristran received a letter. It was a funny evelope made of thick parchment and adressed in green ink, and he was thoroughly excited to have gotten it, even though he had no clue where it was from. It was his first ever piece of mail, and he was almost afraid that maybe someone had adressed it wrong, so he took it inside the house to show his mother before opening it. Una's green eyes when wide and she gasped at the sight of the letter for Tristran. She nearly passed out, and Tristran could see tears welling up in her eyes. He wasn't sure what was so wrong, so he tried to hand his mother the letter, but she shook her head firmly. She didn't move, and neither did he. Finally, after a long bit of uncomfortable silence and staring and a little crying on Una's part, she took the envelope from her son and told him to sit down on the sofa. Usually Tristran did not obey such orders on the first time given, but this seemed serious, so he complied and watched his mother open his letter. He couldn't help sighing a little sadly as she ripped apart the seal. His first piece of post, and he hadn't even gotten to open it. Of course, Tristran had no idea what the evelope really held. But Una knew exactly what it was.
It was around that moment that Dunstan walked through the sitting room, tired from a day at work but cheerful as he passed by and gave his wife a kiss on the cheek, then went on. But he paused at the doorway and looked back, just registering the look on Una's face as something he'd never seen on her before. He walked back and looked from his wife to his middle son and back, thinking "What on earth has Tristran done now?" But when he tried to ask what mischeif the boy had been making, Una shook her head and the tears began to well again. She dropped the letter addressed to Tristran and sat in the armchair by the fireplace, shaking her head. Dunstan was utterly perplexed, as was Tristran, who shrugged when his father looked at him with a confused expression. Dunstan picked up the thick letter and began to read. At first, he thought the letter was some sort of joke. Something Tristran had made up to give to someone, or some kind of strange junk-post that some nutter was sending out these days. But studying his beloved wife's face, Dunstan realized it was no joke. This was real.
Over the next couple hours, a slightly weepy Una explained to her very confused husband and her extremely bedazzled son just where the letter had come from. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry- a legit magical school right in England, which she had in fact attended in her youth. Dunstan was apalled upon learning that his wife was indeed a witch. He did not fully believe it until she pulled out a long thin stick from her pocket (he had no idea how it had fit in there) and turned the coffee table into an armadillo and back. Even then he still had trouble trusting his eyes. It came as a bit of a nasty shock to learn that his beloved wife, his Una, had lied to him for all those years, had denied who she truly was...He did not know what he really even knew about her now. Not to mention the fact that she had said their son had also inherited magical abilities. Dunstan eventually had to get up and leave the room, assuring Una that he was okay and was not angry with her for any reason, but that he just needed some fresh air and perhaps a walk around the village to clear his mind.
Tristran was amazed at the news of his heritage and completely thrilled to hear that he had magical blood. He somehow felt like that explained a lot about who he was and why he acted so differently from all the others in the village (then again, Caius and Embry had the same blood he did, but neither of them had gotten accepted to Hogwarts...his mother said that Caius simply took after his father, and that Embry still had some time to see if he possessed any magical ability). When his brothers found out about his...abnormality, Caius sniffed in a dignified sort of way and said that he was glad Tristran was happy but that he also was glad that he himself had not gotten the magic, thankyouverymuch. Embry was entirely fascinated with the whole idea of magic being real and was excited that perhaps he too would go to Hogwarts someday and be a wizard. He envied Tristran and it was easy to tell. The whole family kept the secret from the rest Greenwall of course. They could not go about violated International Wizarding Law, said Una, and the rest of the family agreed it was best to say that Tristran was just going away to boarding school. The village-folk were hardly surprised, and they hoped that when he returned for holidays and summer he would be much better behaved. They hardly even gossiped about it, since it was such a sensible thing, and they thought that perhaps Una was coming to grips with her mistakes in raising Tristran, or that Dunstan had finally taken charge and insisted on a change. Dunstan himself slowly came around to the whole situation, and finally understood what that confusticated broom had been doing outside the day he met his wife. He did not hold it against her that she had kept such a large secret from him all those years, and in fact he understood, being the simple and sensible fellow that he was. All he cared about was that he still loved his Una dearly, and that their children were happy and healthy and living the lives they wished to lead.
He was delighted to get out of Greenwall for the first time when he accompanied his mother to London to buy his school things. He had only ever dreamed of such tall building as those in London when he and his mother stepped off the train- his eyes had gone wide at the steam engine when they first came to the station just outside the forest near Greenwall. Cars, trains, skyscrapers, so many people...all dressed in wild clothes and carrying bags full of good from London shops and boutiques. It amazed Tristran, but not nearly as much as stepping into the back of a dirty old pub no one else seemed to notice, and watching as his mum tapped the very solid brick wall with a long stick from her pocket, then watching as the bricks became not so solid at all, and sort of melted away to reveal an archway and a whole street beyond it. Diagon Alley was like nothing he'd ever even imagined. The shops! The people, all dressed in robes and carrying owls and bags full of potions ingredients and brass scales and broomsticks! It was truly amazing. He could hardly contain himself as Una (who was now bright with enjoyment at being 'home' and yet wary of herself and her son as though watching out for something) led him through the crowded street and bought all of his school supplies for Hogwarts, as well as an owl, which she told him were used as post-deliverers as well as pets.
On September first, Tristran waved goodbye to his family from a window of the majestic Hogwarts Express. He was off for his first day of school, and he was thoroughly excited. The years flew by as Tristran spent his days in the Ravenclaw House, studying some but spending much more time goofing off or sneaking about the castle after dark or sitting atop the astronomy tower and wondering just what else he had missed out on in the world. He took a liking to most all of his subjects and made good enough marks, since he was intelligent but did not like to flaunt it. He preferred to be known as the smooth-talker or even the dreamer, but always his fellow students remarked that "That Cloud kid's witty, but he sure knows how to stir up trouble." Of course, Tristran never did anything too bad. It was mainly minor violations such as being out after hours or using magic in the corridors he got detention for. Of couse, what he didn't get detention for was usually worse things that the professors never knew about. Tristran became quite good at sneaking and getting around them into the forest or Hogsmeade or other common room even. He even developed an uncanny knack for guessing passwords about the castle.
Soon his days at Hogwarts came to and end, and Tristran was truly sad to be leaving the castle, where he had felt like he belonged. He'd always a strong feeling of unwelcome whenever he returned to Greenwall, from anyone outside his family who had heard nasty rumors about why he had gone away to school, such as numerous far-fetched crimes he had committed or tantrums he'd pitched...He never really paid much attention to detail. It was clear enough that he was not wanted in Greenwall, and it was also perfectly fine with him. He had been outside the village and seen what was there, and he never wanted to be stuck in the little town again. His family was always kind enough, though Dunstan and Caius rarely spoke in depth to Tristran and Embry always seemed extremely jealous at having never developed magical abilities of his own. Only Una seemed to understand her middle son and the things he was going through, and Tristran could confide in her most anything, except for the fact that he could not see how she stood living in boring old Greenwall when there was a great big world out there to explore.
Upon graduating Hogwarts, Tristran set out with the blessings of his family and his peers on a self-searching adventure around the globe. He went all over Europe and Asia and Australia even, then ventured over to the United States and the rest of North America before returning to England for a short time. After that brief recess in which Tristran spent most of his time arguing with his father over the amount of money in his pocket and the successful life he was not exactly living yet, he traveled back to South America and back up through the US again, staying with friends he'd made along the way and taking up jobs every now and then to make money to live off of. He'd jump puddles from one place to another until his money was gone, then stay in a place long enough to fill his pocket with coins, then be off again. During these travels Tristran could not help learning all about the cultures and the traditions of other places, not just in the wizarding community, but with the Muggles as well. He often found they were easier to work for since he could do jobs by magic and they paid him as though he'd done the labor their way. But all the culture he took in simply fascinated Tristran, and by age twenty-one he was able to speak over five different languages fluently and parts of many others, could play various and assundry musical instruments and use all sort of wizard and muggle technology, and also could tell you nearly anything about nearly any society on the planet, and was still dead-broke but extremely happy.
Tristran loved his care-free life of traversing the globe and making acquaintances and good friends all around the world. He was able to go where he liked when he liked, and do as he please. He enjoyed partying and the ladies well enough, and was not one to turn down a good dance, but he never had serious relationships simply because he hardly stayed in one place for over a week at a time. Upon one of his trips back to England, which he made frequently and on holidays to see his family and mostly to reassure his mother that he was alright and still alive, Tristran happened to be wandering through Hogsmeade and bumped into an old friend of his from school. They chatted the night away and he learned that his friend was a professor at Hogwarts. Tristran told his old friend of all his travels and the friend was fascinated, exclaiming that a class on cultures of other countries was just what Hogwarts needed, since so many of its students went out into the world without even thinking once about other wizards out there and their traditions. The old friend even convinced Tristran to go to the school and apply to teach a class like this, because it would be simply wonderful and fascinating for the students. After much persuasion, Tristran agreed to at least speak with the Headmistress about it.
And so it was that twenty-three year old Tristran Coud became a Hogwarts professor- something he never in a million years dreamed he'd be doing. His mother was thrilled at the thought of it, and glad that Tristran would be closer to home. His father even went as far as to say he was proud Tristran had found a steady job with good pay. Tristran himself was not as thrilled as he should've been, he thought. He knew he would miss traveling around the way he had for so long now, and that being a teacher was not exactly something he'd ever wanted to do. But he figured he'd give it a shot, at least for one year, and then if he wanted to get out of there, he could. He's been Hogwarts' professor of Study of Foreign Magic since then, and as he predicted, is not much of the professor type. He enjoys telling his students of his travels and the ways other wizard-kind behave and survive, but he's not really one for all the disciplining and such. He's young enough that he remembers what it was like to be on the other end of that, and he prefers not to think about it. Instead he's more casual than most professors would agree a teacher should be, and rarely gets on to any student, and occasionally does not show up for class himself, or gives out free-days when his students claim they don't feel like doing anything. He likes to think of himself as their friend rather than a professor, no matter how lame that may sound.
At first teaching was not what Tristran thought he would do for more than a year or two at the most, but now, after having spent that first year, he’s not so sure it’s all that bad. Leaving Hogwarts seems more like a fairly distant ending of his teaching career than something he can’t wait to do. Of course, this change of heart may have something to do with the girl he met right after he began teaching. Quianna Stone was a seventh year student in Slytherin, and Tristran had already heard of the mayhem she and her two brothers often caused. Other professors warned him to steer clear of the Stone triplets. Well, Tristran never was one to follow orders. He befriended Quianna after meeting her by chance in the Great Hall one day. At first she had seemed to be toying with him, perhaps even trying to get him into big trouble by suggesting he skip classes and other such ventures. But after a while, the two truly became friends just because they enjoyed one another’s company. Eventually, they confessed their feelings, albeit in a roundabout, rather angry and unorthodox way. Since then, they’ve spent time together whenever possible, dodging around to avoid being discovered. Tristran worries sometimes about losing his job because of this forbidden relationship, but then he thinks that Quianna is probably worth it.
One year later, he’s still teaching Foreign Magic, and still seeing Quianna in secret. Not much has changed besides his attitude towards teaching. He’s got some interesting lessons planned for the new school year, but who knows how things will go?
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When he had been speaking, Quianna had looked at him. In those few moments, while pouring out a little piece of his soul, Tristran felt as though Qui’s brown eyes were burning into him. What was she seeing there before her? Did she see the best friend she had made so quickly but would probably have to cut loose to avoid that awkward ‘more than friends’ stage that she didn’t want? He seriously hoped that was not the case. Maybe she really saw the young, troubled professor who she thought was just bored and hanging out with students for kicks. Alright, that was ridiculous. Tristran hoped that Quianna really did not think that. She had said as much, and he believed her, after all. So what was it that she saw when she looked at Tristran Cadmus Arcaius Cloud? It was the million-dollar question, the one that was killing him. He did not want to be devastated by the answer when he finally found it out, so should he use that old philosophy of having low expectations?
Somehow, Tris just couldn’t bring himself to do that. Normally, it would not have been a problem. But this was so much different. He wanted to know what Quianna felt about him. He was tired of all this beating around the bush. He wanted to know if she thought what he wanted her to: that they were not cut out to be ‘just friends,’ that that awkward tension was always going to be there unless they addressed the issue right now, and that in Tristran’s opinion, they could be great together. He gulped at the very thoughts that were running through his overly spastic mind. That was the first time he had actually thought the words to himself. Together. He and Quianna, as a couple. It was wrong, when it came down to ‘the rules,’ but had they not both established early on their friendship that rules were made to be broken?
This had never happened to him before. At least, it had not happened in such a short amount of time or such strong force. Yes, Tristran had had girlfriends. He’d probably had more than his fair share, if he really took time to think about it. But right now, it seemed like Quianna was the only girl he had ever really been so strongly attracted to. She was like a Tristran magnet. He was hopelessly drawn in, and had been ever since that first day he actually talked to her in the Great Hall. Had she realized then that this would happen? Was she anticipating this, and preparing to ‘let him down easy’ or just drop him on his dumb ass? The fear of rejection had never been so prominent in Tristran’s relationships before. He had always moved about from place to place so often that in the back of his mind, he knew he would be leaving soon and there would be other girls to pursue. There had been no reason to get serious with anyone, so being turned out was not such a bummer. It was often more like an excuse not to have to deal with even the thought of getting serious. Needless to say, that was no longer the case. This was indeed serious.
It did not help his thoughts of rejection that Qui was no longer looking at him. She was more or less curled up on his bed with her head buried in her knees. What was more, she had… lied? Tristran frowned and let go of the bedpost, letting his hand fall back down to his side. He felt like such a loser standing there, feeling completely helpless and potentially depressed at the idea that Quianna had lied about ever thinking of him as a friend. Her exact words had been “And I sure as hell don’t just like you!” So that was the truth, was it? It finally came out? The notorious Quianna Anne Stone had in fact been playing the poor idiotic professor all along? She didn’t like him. She had lied. Tristran’s nostrils flared out as he took a deep breath, trying to decide whether he was going to yell or just sink down on the floor and sit there until he calmed down. What was he supposed to do about this? Quianna had just completely dashed all his hopes about… anything. Was she proud of herself? Would she indeed go back to the dungeons and have a good laugh with all her Slytherin friends? Tris took another breath, now gripping the end of the bed rather tightly, like he might break it.
“It’s you, it’s your fault! You’re just so... ”
Tristran’s eyes snapped upwards then, becoming more like knives of blue steel than anything. Oh, so it was his fault, was it? Quianna had tried to be his friend, but just couldn’t bear to be around him? Well, all she had to do was say so. He only wished she had done that before he had become so damn attached to her. “I’m just what?” His voice was deep than normal and darker, reminiscent to Tris of all the fights he had with his father over the years. “Too Annoying? Stupid? Old?” His temper was flaring up now. The normally go-with-the-flow professor was showing a side of himself that rarely made appearances. All over a girl, too. Who would have thought? Quianna had stood up, and Tristran took a step away from her, afraid that he might start yelling, and that was unlike him. As the seventh year crossed her arms defiantly, Tristran mirrored her action and raised his eyebrows in a gesture that clearly said (in a very sneering tone of look) ‘Enlighten me.’
Then Quianna spoke.
It took a moment for her words to sink in. Tristran’s arms dropped limply to his sides once again, and he frowned, but not angrily. He was confused. God, he was so, so confused. This day had been incredibly confusing in so many ways, and then when he thought he had figured it all out, life had done that annoying “HA! GOTCHA!” thing. Now he felt like a complete ass. He was so shocked at the fact that Quianna had not meant what she said before the way he had taken it, that he stammered over words to reply to her, then shut up immediately. His hands fiddled helplessly with the drawstring of his pajama pants, and he looked down at the floor, ashamed of being so incredibly stupid. He looked up at Quianna kept talking, and knew that his blue eyes were probably wide and puppy-doggish at the moment. He was…amazing? Wonderful? Incredible? He almost laughed at the notion. Quianna Stone thought that he was all of those things? Maybe she was lying after all, because Tristran knew that he was certainly not incredible… Maybe incredibly stupid, but not incredible. Quianna’s second set of adjectives worked much better, in his opinion. Pain in the ass and confusing sounded more like the Tristran that he knew.
As Quianna seemed to take a moment to…well, breathe, Tristran cleared his throat and started to say something, but couldn’t find the words. He was still so lost as to what to do. He had thought he was pouring his heart out to Qui before, but she was, as usual, showing him up. When she talked about wanting to hit him, he actually did let out a bark of laughter. Well, that laugh was quickly silenced by the words that immediately followed. By the time she was finished talking, Tristran was completely flabbergasted yet again, but he was feeling much, much better about this whole situation. Quianna really did like him. Not just like, either. She adored him. Just the thought sent Tristran’s stomach on a backflip path through his body, but he didn’t care anymore. He had finally gotten the answers he wanted, and he could tell from Quianna’s voice and her face and the way she seemed to hate the fact that she couldn’t stop herself from liking him, it was the truth. He looked at her for a long moment, not moving, his face basically expressionless except for that old twinkle being back in his eye.
It looked like Quianna was finished talking. He was up to bat now. After what seemed like hours (but was only a few minutes in reality) of feeling so confused with no clue what to say or do, Tris finally felt comfortable. Well, relatively, anyway. He was still freaking out about this whole situation, but now he was feeling more of an excited kind of nervous than a sickening kind. There were so many things he wanted to say, but most of it was just more of the same. He had already staked his claim on his feelings… Well, to an extent. It was time to stop being cryptic and let Quianna know that he felt exactly the way that she did, if not more so. He took a step toward her, but only one. He blinked and stared at the girl, but not in the angry way he had been before. His eyes were much softer now, back to their old selves, only more mushified. Had he been looking in on himself through a window or something, Tris probably would have made fun of how sappy he looked at the moment, but he really could not give a rat’s ass.
“I’m sorry I’ve made such a mess of things,” he said, unable to keep a slight smirk off his face. “And I’m sorry I’m such a pain in the ass.” Tristran knew she had mostly been speaking out of frustration when she said that stuff, but it had to come from a basis of what she really felt. “You said things were fucked up between us,” he went on, tilting his head to one side. His eyes were pressing, but Qui was looking at the ground. He moved forward again, and took a deep breath. “Well, if they are fucked up because you like me, and you really meant all those things you said about me, and you can't stop yourself from feeling those things…”He laughed a tiny bit, a nervous chuckle that seemed to die out in the thundering sound of his heartbeat. He took a final step forward, and lifted his right hand to Quianna’s chin, tilting her face up so she was looking at him. “What if I want them to stay fucked up?” Oh, was he smooth or what? Okay, so it was a cheesy line, but it’s slight badassedness seemed just right for he and Quianna. None of that overly gooey mushy stuff for them.
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