truth to be told, cleon didn’t care if gryffindor or ravenclaw would be the one to win - the whole match wasn’t entertaining for him, not one bit. the burke decided he’d spice it up a little by betting an outrageous amount of money; anything to chase that thrill. he’d just done the deed, when a familiar grumpy face approached him. “it is? oh my, i had no idea.” cleon dramatically exclaimed, before his lips spread into that usual arrogant smirk of his.
of course cleon wasn’t taking it seriously - he never took anything seriously. perhaps tristan didn’t upkeep his usual neutral, self-controlled persona, but when it came to the slytherin, his recent behaviour, his behaviour with mary.. tristan just lost his judgement. “ i could have you expelled for this. “ it wasn’t just personal agenda, right? betting was against the rules, after all. “ reconsider your behaviour and you could get detention instead. “
the game was about to start in a few hours; tristan didn’t want to feel nervous, but he did regardless. not only did he have his other problems to think about, but his competitive spirit came at play here as well. the gryffindor team was talanted, he couldn’t deny it. a loss just at the end of the year wouldn’t look so good on his resume. as if in an attempt to make his bad mood worse, tristan’s eyes landed on a familiar face trading galleons and whispers with another person. furrowing his eyebrows, the mckinnon approached the other. cleon burke might have been his friend once, but with the other’s recent behaviour, all tristan felt for him was disdain. “ you know betting in illegal, don’t you, burke? “
tristan was tired. with his head boy duties, the meetings of for the light, an upcoming quidditch game, the end of the year approaching; it was all too much. he had decided to relax in the prefects bathroom with having a bath. it was the middle of the night and he’d just headed back to his dorms, when suddenly, he saw a familiar face in the hallway. there weren’t any prefects around. perhaps amelia had chosen a safe route. “ do you know what time it is? “ tristan raised an eyebrow. it was a rhetorical question. the bones was a friend of his - and while he didn’t want her to get into trouble, the mckinnon felt like he couldn’t turn a blind eye to it as well. “ i hope your excuse is good, amelia. “
( cis man | he&him | miguel bernardeau ) —— isn’t that TRISTAN MCKINNON? yeah that is them, sitting there at the RAVENCLAW table with those other SEVENTH years. when sybill looks into that crystal ball of hers, she sees tailored suits, a golden crown, unsent letters, neat handwriting, candle burning in the dark, a list of achievements, heart aching for something you can’t have, clenched fists, a fight between heart and head. anyway i’ve heard they’re pretty CHARISMATIC, SHREWD, and OBSTINATE. apparently they’re a FOR THE LIGHT and HALF-BLOOD but i’m sure that’s not related.
the middle child of owen and sioned mckinnon, tristan has two sisters - gwendoline and marlene. although she is four years his senior, tristan has always gotten along better with gwen. marlene being, well.. marlene, was always more difficult for tristan to connect with, though that didn’t make him care for her any less.
with both of his parents being ministry employees ( head and deputy head of international magical cooperation ), tristan has always aspired to follow their footsteps. he’s charming, eloquent, responsible and incisive. by the age of seventeen, tristan already speaks six languages - english, french, russian, mandarin, arabic, hindi.
being sorted into ravenclaw was no surprise for anyone who knew tristan well enough. he was curious and had the ability to absorb new information quickly and efficiently. tristan liked to keep himself busy and occupied, pick up new hobbies, be responsible for something. if marlene was the wild child of the mckinnons, tristan was the golden child.
though the more tristan grew up, the harder he found it to keep a politician’s neutrality. he is passionate about his beliefs and opinions and that includes his disdain for blood purity and injustice; which is why tristan ended up joining for the light.
sometimes he finds it hard not to use his charms to his advantage. tristan is somewhat of a flirt, with a plethora of relationships and past flings. while a gentleman, he always ends up leaving before things get too serious - for the best of the two parties involved. the first time he fell in love, he ended up experiencing heartbreak shortly after. truth to be told, a year later, tristan still isn’t over mary macdonald. maybe it’s because how things ended so abruptly; or because they never even bothered to put a label on it.
in the midst of all his personal drama, tristan was appointed head boy. it’s an achievement he’s proud of, but sometimes feels like more stress on top of quidditch, his clubs, for the light, relationships and all his other duties.
wanted plots
best friends.
exes, past flings
current / recent fling
enemies
someone he tutors
the fun friend. if tristan wants to loosen up, have a good time, throw or attend a party, this is the person he turns to.
