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 [closed] Overgrown, tag: tristan
ZAHRAH RENSHAW
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Dec 22 2017, 11:05 AM

Zahrah sighed down at the bubbling cauldron in front of her, frustration slumping her shoulders. She’d known brewing a batch of Wolfsbane would be quite a challenge when she’d agreed to it, but apparently she hadn’t known exactly how impossible it would feel.

She sat back, pushing damp hair out of her face and rubbing her reddened eyes, probably a side effect of the aconite fumes. For a brief moment, Z let herself fantasize of being the type of person to admit defeat, as it would certainly make her life easier right then – it was such an affront to her stubborn streak, though, that she quickly shook her head and once again threw out her sad, failed attempt so she could start anew.

The sound of the front door of the shop opening alerted her before she could, and, peeling off the plastic gloves she used to handle the toxic ingredients, Zahrah poked her head out of the back room to greet the customer. ”Hello – “

TRISTAN RAVENSCROFT

why would you go big when you can go home 😒
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Dec 22 2017, 02:31 PM

There was much too much going on in Tristan's mind. Way too much. And he needed Zahrah. He'd just left St. Mungos, with explicit instructions from some of his friends there to take a breather. He couldn't heal others, not the way he was feeling, not how he was so worried about his sister, and he didn't have a prayer in calming down about that until he spoke to someone he could and has trusted with his life and his little sister's to boot.

He rushed into the shop he knew Zahrah worked in, his hands shaking, his eyes wet, cheeks painted in red blotches from how he'd been crying. He couldn't handle it. It was almost like he was thirteen all over again and his sister was in the Hospital Wing at age eleven, all because the kids didn't like him.

"Z..." Tristan forced out, tears falling again down his pale face and blotchy cheeks as soon as he saw her face poke out from the back room. "Ryanne... She..." he didn't know if he could say it, he knew he needed to, but if he said it out loud, then maybe it would come true and he knew better than to realize that he could live if his sister wasn't...

ZAHRAH RENSHAW

She can't be dying...
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Dec 30 2017, 11:26 AM

”Tristan?”

The beginning of a pleasantly surprised smile on Zahrah’s face was quickly replaced by a frown, her stomach immediately in knots at the sight of Tristan’s face. He’d been crying – he was crying now too, looking alone as he stood, trembling, at the entrance of her shop, and she thought she should help, but – as always in such a situation, her first instinct was to freeze in place, wide-eyed and uncomfortable and thinking, Oh god, I’m not good at this.

She really wasn’t. Zahrah stopped halfway to him, uncertain. ”Er. I’ll go, ah, put the kettle on, alright? Don’t… go anywhere.” A step closer to him, an awkward pat on his shoulder, and she disappeared back into the makeshift kitchen-slash-work-area to hurriedly prepare two cups of tea. It was a miracle she didn’t slosh any of it onto her clothes in her rush to get back to Tristan, suddenly feeling like she was being a bad friend by leaving him there like that.

But then, looking at him again, Zahrah was once more taken with nervousness; hands occupied with the steaming mugs, she jerked her chin at the shop’s back door, open to reveal the garden outside, both to stall for time while she figured out what to say and how to help and because she figured being outside would make anyone feel at least a little less melancholy. ”So…” She placed the tea on one of the little tables she’d recently set outside, so customers could enjoy homemade lemonade in the shaded garden, and sat down. A second chair was pulled over for Tristan. Zahrah finally met his eyes, chewing on her lower lip. ”What’s going on?”

TRISTAN RAVENSCROFT

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Jan 1 2018, 03:17 AM

It looked, to Tristan, that Z had wanted to smile, but seeing the look on his face, she'd replaced it with a frown. That was a thing he felt badly for, but he didn't know what to do. He was scared and upset and angry and he had so many feelings that he wasn't sure he could sort through on his own.

He needed help. He knew that much. And he'd gone to Z before anyone else because despite the fact that he knew that she thought she wasn't good at helping others, she was. She had a level head, something he didn't have back at school, something he'd worked so hard to get as he grew up, something he surely didn't have in that moment.

And he needed it.

Zahrah said she was going to put the kettle on, and he knew that meant that she was uncomfortable with what was going on, and though he felt horrible about it, he couldn't truly go to anyone else for help in this, not in this case.

Not really.

She walked to the back room again, after patting his shoulder and telling him not to go anywhere. And it wasn't as if he could have even tried to go anywhere, his feet felt stuck to the floor of her shop, his legs locked, frozen in place. She disappeared away from him, and he watched after her, staring at the doorway she'd disappeared into and sighed, eyes still glued to it till she came back out from it again.

She looked like she was nervous, as she moved her chin towards the garden outside and he nodded, knowing that she'd meant that he should follow her outside. He just hoped that he wasn't getting in the way, or that him showing up there wasn't going to get her into any trouble.

He followed her outside and watched as she set the tea on one of the little tables and sat down. He slowly sat down too in the chair closest to her and their eyes met once again. He saw that she was chewing on her lower lip and he looked down at his lap a moment before his forcing out, in his shaking and sad voice, "Ryanne... Mungos... May be... May be dying..." He hadn't said everything, in fact, he'd barely said anything, but those few words hurt him so badly that he wasn't even sure he could even say more just yet, even though he knew that really he had to. Someone had to know, someone he trusted.

He needed her to know. He couldn't be alone in this. It hurt too much.

ZAHRAH RENSHAW

She can't be dying...
ZAHRAH RENSHAW
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Jan 13 2018, 01:19 PM

The weather in the garden was mild, a bubble of enchantment that’d cost Zahrah dearly to commission but was necessary for her precious plants to survive winter in Britain, and still she found herself shivering slightly. It was the anticipation, watching Tristan struggle to find his words, while her thoughts went in the worst possible directions; she had a bad feeling about this, an horrible sort of premonition, as if she knew -

”….Merlin.” She didn’t even realize she said it out loud at first, and when she did, a hand went up to cover her mouth. Zahrah dropped it just as quickly, fingers knotting in her lap. She considered reaching for her tea. Thought better of it, not trusting her hands to be steady. ”What do you mean? What… what happened?” An echo of that day, exactly as she’d feared. Zahrah had felt angry, then, driven by righteous anger, but now she only felt – blank. Useless. She didn’t know what she was meant to tell him, how to best comfort her friend. She could storm an infirmary for him, terrorize staff for him, anything that involved doing, but she didn’t know what to say.

”Tristan, how can I help?”

TRISTAN RAVENSCROFT

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