Flame was walking down diagon alley feeling, if anything, rather useless. How bad it felt to have no wand to protect herself with should the need arise. She had loved her wand and the Grand had stolen it from her. Now she had declined herself to the depths of Diagon alley, surrounded by loyal family members, knowing that most of them knew who she was. They were probably laughing at her. The girl who disobeyed. Ha. She'd show them what they were following. She walked towards ollivanders to see that somebody, or something, was blocking the door. "Excuse me."

*Tristan was standing in the doorway simply ecause Olivanders was on of the fewer visited shops on the street and he was trying to stay out of the way. There were family members everywhere and he was afraid of being recognized, even if the hood to his cloak was up. He realized now that it was a mistake coming to Diagon alley in the first place, but it was too late now.

When he was spokento he viasbbly jumped and turned around to see Flame, a well known Party member* "Oh, right sorry...." *But he was so shaken that intead of stepping out of the way like he ment to do, he went into the shop, something that he knew to be a mistake the second that he comprehended what he'd done.*

Flame followed him into the shop and then realised that she had never met this person. She was a polite person at times, not at others, today just happened to be one of her better days.

"Hello." she said. "You seem nervous, is something wrong?"

*Tristan turned around to face her, gathering his nerves* "Oh, no.....I'm fine." *He smiled and ran a hand through his hair and glanced around the room.* "Oh, I'm in the wrong shop." *He acted as if he was suprised to find that he wasn't in a parchment shop or something* "Have a nice day..." *He started for the door*

Flame stood in the doorway so he could not escape. "Are you scared of me?" she asked, shaking her head. "You're scared of the family, aren't you?" she glanced around nervously and was glad to see noone else was within the shop wearing the orange sash. "I'm not with them anymore."

*Yristan stopped dead in his tracks when she moved in his way. His hand was in his pocket, gripping his wand tight enough that he was white knuckled. She mentioned the family and his stomach dropped. It felt like there was a lead ball settling somewhere in his lower stomach. Tristan didn't want to curse her, but he knew if he had to he would.* "You're not part of the family anymore?" *He asked doubtfully, his fear taken over by his curriosity.* "You can't just quit the family. How am I supposed to know that you're not just saying that?" *It stung him to speak those words. He used to be so trusting....not skeptical at all like he was now. The family had changed him, and this conversation really showed him exactly how much it had.*