Tristan smirked slightly when she spoke, brow arched. "Oh, Merlin yes. There was one time with the team, I think we were trying to out-drink the Tornadoes..." He didn't particularly care about concealing his identity even though he supposed that was what the masks were intended to do -- he liked people knowing who he was.
Even if it sometimes meant signing autographs. "The next day I swear I almost up and died from the pain of it all." And they'd had a practice that afternoon -- he'd lost count of just how many pepper-up potions he'd taken.
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