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Originally Posted by
Reincarnation Jones 
SPOILER!!: Gryffindoll and Emms
This time, the television shows:
He’s sitting by himself in the dark, folding over a diamond ring in his hands over and over again. He looks very sad as the light comes on and a tall, dark-haired boy with Tristan’s nose and chin walks into the room. Tristan hides the ring immediately.
“You’re still here?” the older boy laughs cruelly.
“By, God, Tristan, haven’t you figured out yet that the only person who could stand your presence is dead?”
The scene fades into the next. It’s autumn and the leaves are falling. Tristan is snapping photographs of:
Lisette, who is laughing and spinning in circles.
“These are going to turn out very good,” Tristan tells her.
Lisette only stops spinning to ask,
“Show me it again, Tristan? Please show me it?”
Tristan laughs and sets the camera aside to pull the ring out of his pocket. He shows it to her and she makes an excited noise in the back of her throat.
“It’s so beautiful, Tristan. Who’s the lucky girl?” she teases.
He shrugs, embarrassed, and says,
“Haven’t got one, yet.”
The scene cuts away again and now the two boys are outside. Tristan is being held against a brick wall by two bulky men. His lip is bloody and he has a cut above one eye.
“Where is it?” demands the older boy.
“Where’s the ring? I know she gave it to you, so where is it?!”
Tristan, looking thoroughly defeated says,
“I don’t know. I don’t know where she… I don’t know…”
Bryson punches Tristan, whose head snaps back against the brick wall behind him.
This scene fades away to Lisette, dressed in dark clothes, jogging down an alley. She pauses, pulls the ring from her pocket to check that it’s still there. She looks at it lustfully and it’s reflection in her eyes makes her look crazed. She grins wildly. With her gloved hands, she shoves it back into her pocket again and continues running.
Tristan's hand, which had been outstretched, waiting for Lisette to take it so he could show her what he'd just found, suddenly froze as the television screen came on yet again. His brown eyes left Lisette's and turned to the screen flashing different scenes from different characters' lives instead. It started with a girl, he hadn't really talked to her before, but… something in the scene regarding her life ringed a bell to him - the word Auror. Then there was a scene with two girls, then another with a boy, all people who were standing here in the room. His gaze turned a little fascinated as he caught sight of the people flying across the screen, though it didn't necessarily amaze him, it felt like something he'd seen almost every day of his life.
But then the scene switched again and he was surprised to find himself in the screen this time. His brown eyes widened, the hand that was waiting for Lisette dropping to his side. He watched the scene quietly, a mostly blank but slightly stunned expression on his features.
Once it was over, the expression remained frozen on his features, his body suddenly seeming to grow numb. He couldn't move, he could't really focus his attention or thoughts on anything that wasn't what he had just witnessed. That older boy was his brother… and… the ring, Lisette, the photograph; they were all there. He
had taken that photograph, his brother was after him for the ring, and Lisette… Well, he wasn't sure about Lisette. He wasn't certain what exactly he had just seen on the screen, but… that wasn't the same girl in the picture. That wasn't the same girl he'd just given the ring to a few moments earlier, that was most certainly not the girl who so easily charmed him with just a smile. Who
was she? Clearly, the Lisette in the middle of the scene and the Lisette at the end of the scene were almost two completely different people, and it was all a little too much for Tristan to understand all at once, to try to figure out on his own.
Still frozen where he stood, he turned to the girl that was still sitting with her back against the wall, brown eyes questioning but at the same time almost pleading, as if hoping dearly she could prove to him somehow that she wasn't that crazed girl at the end of the video but rather the girl he saw in the photograph, the one that spun in circles and got his heart to speed with just one of her smiles. "Lis?" he asked softly, waiting to hear her explanation on this, her own opinions.
He heard shouting in the background, people were clearly upset over the memories they'd just been given, but he paid no attention. His mind was on trying to figure out his own memories, on finding a logic to the scenes he'd just witnessed.