It Hurts...Ali Was It? I Fear If I Trust...He Too Will Disappear. Strange Scents...I'll Hide Here (Astoria)

Astoria appeared in a deserted corner of Knockturn Alley, a list in her purse. She had been checking the stores in the Potions cupboard at Hogwarts, and noticed that it was severely understocked. For the most part she'd been able to obtain the ingredients in the lighter street nearby, but some could only be found in the dank depths of Knockturn.

The Apothecary there was easy to find, helped by the number of times she had been there. She walked tall, showing no fear at all. When one had spent as much time in such places as she had, they tended to be less on edge. Looking at her list, she new exactly where she had to go to find each ingredient. Soon enough, the basket that she'd picked up at the door was almost full and she had only a few things left to find.

The ventured in to the corner of the shop and picked up the last item from the shelf. Dropping it in to the basket, she almost turned around when she noticed someone in the corner. At the area was covered in shadows, Astoria could hardly see who was there, but she could hear the quick breaths of them. "Are you alright?" she asked, her voice cool even though she really was a little concerned.

Astoria frowned as she listen to what the boy had to say. She didn't understand what he meant, but she could tell that he was distressed about something. He also sounded pretty young, no older than her little Scorpius. Taking a small step closer, she tilted her head and asked, "Who is Fluffy?" Smiling a little, she added, "I'm sure I'll be fine. Where are your parents?" The concern was evident in her voice, but she didn't go any closer incase she caused more distress for the boy.

Astoria listened to the boy, trying to see him more clearly in the dark. He definitely couldn't be very old, but she knew better than to try and push him. "That was nice of her, wasn't it?" she said, her voice soft and her eyes hard. She wasn't the type of person to rush to someone and coddle them, but the boy seemed frightened and she didn't want to just leave him if there was anything she could do to help. "I'm not going to 'go poof', Tristan," she replied, glad to now know the boy's name. Her brow furrowed slightly, and she wondered how on earth someone could just not exist after having been living. It wasn't possible. Dead, yes, but removed? Glancing around the shop she asked quietly, "How would your brother know that I'm talking to you? I don't see anyone here.."

Tristan listened a bit. "No...it was nice of her to let Tristan think he bough Fluffy. He figured out the truth the other day. She did weird trick to make Tristan think that but Tristan isn't as stupid as others and Devon think he is." He replied through fluffy. He scooted back and coughed up blood. Light hit the silver artifact on his neck and he softly whined a bit. He looked at the woman as he didn't believe it. "He uses magics of blood and death...he always knows...he wiped them out of the book of the dead. Tristan saw him use the bloody necromancy to do it. Devon is a twisted evil man...he put an evil artifact on Tristan to keep him from hurting him after he trapped him in the room with his psycho werewolf friend and he was bitten." He responded.

Astoria was confused, but she thought that she understood what the boy was saying. He had a cruel brother who enjoyed feeding him lies and controlling him. That, or he was speaking the complete truth and there was someone that the Ministry really should be getting hold of. Not that she was the Ministry's biggest fan herself, after what they'd done to her husband in his younger years, but they did have a purpose. "I'm sure that you're not stupid at all, Tristan," she said, remaining in the same place, "What kind of trick did the girl do?"

Magic of blood and death. She had heard that phrase somewhere before, but she wasn't sure exactly where. While not exactly the purest of witches, Astoria Malfoy still liked to practice ordinary magic up to and including Unforgivables on occasion. But the unusual or taboo magic was something that she would rather stay away from. "You're a werewolf?" she asked, not afraid in the slightest, but a little concerned. "And what does the artefact do?"

Tristan nuzzled Fluffy who sang musically causing him to hum a bit. He shook but calmed to the singing of the multicolored Puffskein. He moved slowly into the light where it would reflect off the silver artifact a bit. Still shrouded by shadows. He looked down. "Tristan learned to pretend to be stupid...so that wouldn't be yelled at as much. Or beaten for disobeying. So he could try to Houdini free." He said softly. He blinked a bit. "Fluffy says she made the coins Tristan found seem like enough to pay for it. Though she used a slight of hand and put the rest up there. Tristan found his coins in his pocket later that day." Lowering fluffing when he finished saying that.


He looked around then scooted into the shadows. Haunted soulful eyes that held an antisocial lack of life or interest in the world around him looked out at him. "Turned...werewolf. Devon's psycho werewolf friend looked like wolf and man mixed together. It was punishment for being bad. The illegal artifact was to make it so Tristan couldn't shift and hurt Devon." He responded softly. "It is silver and made to harm only turned werewolves. It prevents shifting and causes agonizing pain three days before during and after the full moon. Makes the body think its shifting but really you don't. It burns the flesh and he laced it with wolfsbane. He added that to add more suffering because Tristan almost successfully escaped from him." He said audibly. "Fluffy says that Tristan has silver burns on his fingertips and neck from trying to take it off. Mostly right hand."


His right hand went out into the light. Silvery white beautiful scarring showed. "Tristan feels it burning now.  It been this way for three or four years now."