Apparating, a piece of cake for Tristan, only that he hadn't done it in a long time. As he arrived at some unknown spot, his body still sort of wanted to keep spinning and he had to regain his balance by taking a few steps back. Just incase, he began to pat down his jacket and put a hand to his face to make sure it was all still intact. The last thing he wanted was to miss half of his eyebrow.

Looking around, he tried to find his bearings. There were ALOT of people here already and he was sort of hoping it wouldn't be as boring as he thought it would be. But, he was here on a Daily Prophet mission, kind of, so he'd have to stick it out. Atleast he could go find Nathan and share a bottle of something if things got way unbearable.

Now... Where's this thing you have to go to get a portkey...