#* ft. cleon

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? “