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sweetpinkpixie · 10-19-2025, 02:42 AM

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Originally Posted by AlwaysSnapesGirl

Standing outside of Espresso Patronum, Tristan rubbed his gloved hands together, more out of a desire to do something with his hands than for warmth. He'd arrived early, as he usually did, to wait for Diamond. This was partly because punctuality was important to him, but it was also simply because he looked forward to spending time with her.

As much as he enjoyed his wandlore studies, he would much rather be here than sitting in the university library writing another essay or studying for an exam.

She wasn't here just yet though, so he passed the time by watching the people walking by and kept an eye out for Diamond as well, hoping he'd spot her any minute.

The click of heels came before the sight of her.

Today, she looked every bit the headline she was destined to be: cream trousers paired with a cream wool coat belted at the waist, black leather gloves that gleamed against the light dusting of snow, and oversized sunglasses that she absolutely didn’t need but wore anyway. Her hair fell in sleek waves - a look that had taken hours to perfect and half a bottle of Sleekeazy's Hair Potion and Scalp Treatment (what can she say, there was an league party she had to attend to the night before and fire tamers with their rubbish aim had done a number on her hair) catching the faint gold of the winter sun as though the light itself had decided to follow her. Which, duh, it should be.

"Merlin’s breath, tell me you didn’t get here early again," she called as soon as she spotted Tristan and as if he wasn't always the one to arrive first since she had to make an entrance and defined her personality on being fashionably late. "You do realize you’re setting impossible standards for punctuality, yes?" she went on, a teasing smile curving her mouth as she leaned in to give him a playful peck on the cheek. "People will start assuming I’m the late one, and I can’t have that on record. Not even if you do look dashing freezing to death waiting for me."

She did have a legitimate reason for being late this time - and no it was not because of her hair...though that had been the cause on several occasions. If she wasn't meeting her own aesthetics' standards, there was no reason to be seen in public at all. "Anyway, press box ran long. The match went into overtime."

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