Who: Tristan and Psyke!
Where: After quidditch, in the in-between area separating fans from players
What: Psyke has something to ask!
When: Uhhh now?


It was good to know that her name still got her some perks, even though she wasn't sure if she should be using said perks. Psyke sat nervously in what was...it was sort of the in between room of Caerphilly Stadium. Supposedly the players had to pass through here, to get to the gates where their fans would be waiting, so...she supposed this was better than standing outside like a fan girl, but she certainly felt like that because...

She should leave. She really didn't know what she was doing, she could have just offered to invite him to the opening of her newest boutique over the journals, or through an invitation like everyone else, but he'd been so bloody nice during her---meltdown, that she felt like she owed him this. Psyke felt her face heat up and she decided that it would not be the best idea to do this face to face, and she got up, but of course in her panic, all of the belongings in her purse slipped to the ground and scattered underneath the provided chairs. Including her wand, of course.

"Damn, damn, damn," she muttered, dropping to her knees and scrambling to retrieve everything.

Of course.

Although it was a little silly, he recognized the hurried muttering (he wouldn't admit it, of course, since that made him appear to be some sort of crazy stalker) as he stepped into the in-between room, wiping sweat from his brow. Everything was fine now that the pressure of the 'big game' was over, but that just meant he had to think about his romantic life more seriously, and how difficult was that?

Courting a woman who was also a widow with a child was a crazy thing to do and he knew it, but he couldn't help that he wanted to make sure Psyke was okay with ... well, everything.

So when he caught sight of her in the room where only a few select people were supposed to be ... he was pleased despite his surprise.

He bent down and picked up one of the nearby lipsticks, awkwardly squatting next to Psyke.

"...wow, you can fit a lot of things in there. Charmed?"

Of course, of course he was the first one out of the locker room! Psyke would've fell to the ground were she not already on her knees, and she sat up with a jolt...which of cause meant she slammed her head into the bench she had been reaching under, to grab her wand.

"For fuck's---!" she pulled herself out from the darkness and pressed her hand to the back of her head with a smirk, and a deep, deep blush. This was exactly how she wanted things to go, of course. She felt like Wendy! Psyke loved her best friend, but the woman was prone to mishaps like this! But look at Wendy. She was happily married with a baby on the way, with no cares in the world other than how to be amazingly cute with the librarian.

"Yes, charmed," she said, curling her fingers around her wand and swishing it quickly to summon the rest of her items. "It's one of my designs." Yes, she was going to completely ignore the fact that she was looking more and more like a complete ditz with each passing second.

"It seems -- er, very useful." He supposed if he was the sort of witch who worried about how much she carried around he would have appreciated it too - but he was neither a witch, nor someone who carried much on his person at any given time. Weighed a bloke down during flying, after all.

"Hey, now." Tristan had seen the nasty smack that she'd given herself on the back of the bench and he furrowed his brows, reaching out turf-dirty fingers to rest gently against her neck in hopes of soothing her bump without any further mishaps (and without falling over himself, which would probably prove to be a great feat in itself).

"Er, are you -- ok? I mean, did something happen?" He wasn't sure what other reason she could have for coming to see him like this.

Psyke felt her flush course across her face at Tristan's touch and she hated herself for it. She didn't blush! When was the last time she blushed? Like, fourth year, when she was innocent. She hated that she didn't know what she was feeling, and she hated that the little she did know made her feel extremely guilty and that made her angry at herself. It was such a confusing mix of emotions that she found it easier to completely shut her mind up about it.

"I'm fine," she managed, lifting up the silver envelope she hadn't placed back in her purse. Psyke dropped her gaze for a moment before looking up at Tristan. She smiled and handed him the envelope, hoping that once this was done, she could stop feeling like everyone in the universe had their eyes on her, "I just wanted to give you your invitation to the opening of my new boutique in Edinburgh."

She winked and clicked her tongue, "It's gonna be pretty swanky."

If there was one thing he did pretty terribly, it was anything that involved being 'primped'. Merlin, he was going to have to get -- someone to help him pick out an outfit so that he didn't look like a complete and awful clod (maybe Sumpter, he was flowery and gay, right?) when he attended. Because he was so caught up in thinking about this, he didn't actually respond for several seconds after she handed him the envelope.

"Um," he started smartly, rubbing his neck and realizing he'd probably gotten her dirty with his light pawing, "Of course! I mean, yes." Because that was certainly somewhere he wanted to be, right? A boutique opening? If Psyke was there he supposed he'd just have to... grin and bear it. Maybe he could bring her ... flowers or something for the store. Yes, that would be good.

"Thanks for -- dropping by! Usually practice just ends and I go home to sleep." Pretty lame.

"Yeah...sure, no problem."

See, what had been the big deal? She shouldn't have been freaking out about any of it, because obviously Tristan wasn't finding her being there too strange or, you know, nice. Just her, being there for an invite. Yep. That was all this turned into. Right. Psyke didn't even know why she'd made herself invite him in person, so why the hell should he? Tristan was just too bloody nice to assume she was doing what she wasn't even sure she was doing.

Oh, for fuck's sake, she just needed to stop thinking. Psyke pulled a tight smile and nodded, shrugging her shoulders as if making the trip out here was really no big deal. Nope. Getting a sitter for Lavender and rearranging some meetings was totally just a bat of the eye. Yeeeep.

God, she was pathetic. "I guess I'll see you then! Should be fun, I hope, I mean."

So was this the part where he asked if he was supposed to bring a date? Because he was fairly certain that he didn't want a date unless it was Psyke, but it was her opening so why in Merlin's saggy left tit would she need a date? So she was just inviting him because -- why? He didn't think she just wanted him there for the publicity, and if she had wanted to invite him as a friend wouldn't she have just owled the invitation?

Tristan took a deep breath as he ducked his head and then prayed to whatever it was he believed in that he wasn't going to get swatted across the face by Psyke (in front of some of his team who had decided they wanted to linger, no less) as he brought his gaze back up to hers...and leaned in to press an excruciatingly brief kiss to (the very corner of) her lips.

"I don't see how it couldn't be if you're going to be there! Ah, but you probably have to ..." He waved his hand vaguely. She probably had important things to take care of, right?

Right.

Psyke only blinked for a few seconds as she tried to register what had just happened. He had...said something, but before that he'd kissed her. She honestly felt like she was in one of those sappy wireless stories, where she wanted to pinch herself to see if 'that' had really just happened. Pinching would hurt, though, and Psyke's brain was spinning far too much to add pain into the mix.

She had kissed men since Harper died. They hadn't been the best of men, or in the best of situations, but she had. It had been to temporarily make the pain go away, and Psyke had used their attention and their touch almost like a drug. In addition to the drugs she had been put on. What she felt like now...Merlin, she was going through some sort of detox from all the madness she'd put herself through, and this was her first experience with a man that wasn't meant to ebb the pain. There was pain, still, but there was also a small spark of excitement that was telling her that she could, one day, some day, be happy again.

God, what kind of fortune cookies had she been eating?

A smile slid across her face and Psyke pushed forward to kiss Tristan properly. It was something they both deserved, she believed.