Are you a parselmouth? PV Tristan Theramin Closed

Outfit/Physical Characteristics Reducio Sharp suit with dark green robes and green cufflinks. A Top Hat Blonde Hair Hazel/Blue Eyes 164 cm	Languages English Parseltongue French Hebrew Spanish German Russian Thoughts	Age 15
Mentioning/Interacting @Linda Ramirez	Location Dungeons	IC Date March 22nd

Are you a Parselmouth?

The day was not yet over when Tristan stepped out of the Slytherin common room with his snake Saverin in hand. The beauty of the animal enchanted him but he allowed the snake to slither back into his pocket where he would be hidden as usual. The beauty of the day was apparent and Tristan was content with wandering around the halls of the castle with the strange creature in his pocket and allow the day to pass and occur to him rather than actively seeking out an activity or opportunity of some sort. Tristan entered the dungeons with such a lackadaisical mindset and perhaps that is why when he saw the young girl he allowed himself to stop. He decided in the whim of the moment to interact with her despite her youth. She was after all the only other person he had seen so far that was confident enough to sit on the floor in a random part of the castle other than himself. He snuck up quietly behind her, casting Orchideous, and offering the flower to her. Tristan bowed with a flourish, tipping his top hat, and smiling with a smirk. “My name is Tristan of the Noble House of Theramin. How do you do, madamoiselle. You are quite young, what are you doing here wandering in the dungeons, do you seek danger or adrenaline.” He displayed himself as a character, perhaps most similar to the muggle world’s Mad Hatter or perhaps Willy Wonka. He had slightly crazed look in his eyes and a smirk that showed his mischievousness beyond the normal prankster. This was of course not his true self but Tristan was in the mood for some acting and this was harmless after all. There was a twinkle in his eyes that displayed his intelligence. Despite all this crazed effect, there was still a perfect nobility to him, he was clearly a Pureblood and had the bearing of one. His presence was dominating, with the powerful charisma of a prince or perhaps a knight. There was indeed something different about Tristan and it made him appear far more important than he truly was. He knelt down to eye level with the little girl and cocked his head to the side. He looked into her eyes and asked, “What are you doing down here, little girl as you are not a Slytherin? Are you waiting for someone, dear? You better hurry on up, anything could happen down here and I would not want anything bad happening to you?” Tristan realized as he spoke these words that it sounded a little crazed or perhaps threatening. He did not at all mean to sound so strange in front of the girl. He blushed and apologized, “I am so sorry, that sounded a little crazy, I genuinely was just worried for you, as you seemed to just be sitting here, naively. Do you need anything? Are you lost? Are you looking for a friend down here in the dungeons?”

Outfit/Physical Characteristics Reducio Sharp suit with dark green robes and green cufflinks. A Top Hat Blonde Hair Hazel/Blue Eyes 164 cm	Languages English Parseltongue French Hebrew Spanish German Russian Thoughts	Age 15
Mentioning/Interacting @Linda Ramirez	Location Dungeons	IC Date March 22nd

Are you a Parselmouth?

Tristan cocked his head to the side with a blank expression on his face, curious at the young Ramirez’s words. “Ramirez hmm. Have I met you before? Were you at my family’s ball in the summer by chance? Perhaps I have seen you there.” His demeanour was regal but gentle perhaps as a gentle prince who knew of the hardships of his people. “Neither adrenaline nor danger? Hmmm… La plupart des gens…most people” Tristan trails off after the comment, narrowing his eyes and raising one eyebrow, as a wise old man such as Gaius would do. He questioned her motives with a smile, “You wish to find a parselmouth? It is quite an interesting request. Why do you believe such a person would reveal themselves to you, Miss Ramirez?” He smirked and looked directly into Ramirez’s eyes perhaps to intimidate, perhaps to determine her true motives, perhaps to deduce her desire. “Perhaps you have an emotional connection to a parselmouth, perhaps you were fascinated by snakes as a child, or perhaps you are only but a curious little Gryffindor.” He was bemused at the little girl’s audacity to assume that a Slytherin would help her out in such a request, to let her in into their founder’s chamber. Oh, she was lucky that she had been found by him, rather than the rest of the house. “Oh, you wished to enter the Chamber of Secrets? Hmm, well, your strategy is quite lacking, miss. No one would let you in to the chamber when it is our founder’s pride and joy.” Tristan would of course let her in, but it was good to teach her a lesson to not trust anything a Slytherin said. He did not believe in lying but this young girl was too naively trusting for her own good. “And how would you know whether or not the person you are speaking to was a Parselmouth. What is your method of verifying this?” Tristan was being quite harsh on her if he was honest. He genuinely meant her no harm but he wondered if his barrage of criticisms would offend the youth. However, Ramirez seemed to be a sprightly and intelligent youth so perhaps that worry was not needed. In fact, Ramirez seemed to be quite capable of achieving this goal for her self so doubly so this worry was not indeed required or perhaps it was indeed doubly required due to her Gryffindor confidence. “How would you verify that a Slytherin was telling you the truth? How would you be assured that they will call the snake to attack you rather than let you in to the chamber as you so desire? Did you make sure to let someone know you would find yourself in this location or are you here alone where someone can take you into the chamber and leave you in there forever.” Tristan was surprised at himself sounding so menacing. It was definitely the sleep deprivation from studying that had caused his demeanour to revert to the character of his past.

Outfit/Physical Characteristics Reducio Sharp suit with dark green robes and green cufflinks. A Top Hat Blonde Hair Hazel/Blue Eyes 164 cm	Languages English Parseltongue French Hebrew Spanish German Russian Thoughts	Age 15
Mentioning/Interacting @Linda Ramirez	Location Dungeons	IC Date March 22nd

Are you a Parselmouth?

As Linda confirmed Tristan’s suspicion that her family had attended his summer ball, he considered the possibility of revealing his ability, the ability the girl was seeking for. He answered, first, however, the comment about the houses that the young girl made, “Well, yes, I do not really believe in the stereotypes of the houses either. In fact, perhaps, if this was not too much of a disrespect to tradition, I would adamantly argue that there is no need for dividing the students into houses, except for perhaps the fun of competing for the House Cup at the end of the year. Most Muggle schools in fact do not divide students by personality or stereotypes of such. If at any time they do indeed divide students, it is by random selection and has always been such, or by sleeping quarters.” Tristan, personally, believed inter-house unity was a necessity at this point and even better would be to remove the division houses at least in the older years so that this division did not continue to exist in adult Wizarding Society, as it does today. If a society was divided against itself, it was likely to fall apart, and yet Wizarding United Kingdom was divided since childhood, a mistake in his own opinion. “Well, yes, I am a parselmouth, why else would I be entertaining you.” He smirked with a sparkle in his eye, “but I don’t think I will be letting you into the Chamber, no, instead, we shall stay right here.” He was amused at the girl’s attempts at saying the House of Theramin would certainly not hurt her, oh yes, this generation would not, but two generations earlier, oh, yes, they would. They were Pureblood fanatic after all. “Darling, the House of Theramin, would have certainly hurt you, but thirty years ago, you’re lucky my family and I are strange for members of the Theramin family.”The girl looked at his eyes directly and hers looked fatigued. “Well, then…” Tristan replied mysteriously. “Come out Saverin, my dear boy.” The snake came out and peeked his head out of the sleeve where he currently was, and hissed as he looked around. It was black with yellow rings. Saverin was of the species Emerald Gazer and it was around 110 centimeters long. The snake was calm and stared directly at Linda with a seemingly intelligent look, although, of course, it only had the prescience of a snake. If was a cute snake rather than a menacing one, although Theramin imagined that his pet, quite disliked being called cute. Theramin on the other hand quite enjoyed being commented on his cuteness, and rather preened under the attention when people noticed his handsomeness. Of course not, Tristan, truly disliked it as well and was at best neutral to appearance compliments. He rather be complimented for unique ideas or his intelligence rather than appearance. He smiled at Ramirez and replied, “Well, then here you go, you’ve gotten what you wished for. Do with it what you will, but promise me you won’t tell anyone that I am a parseltongue under oath that you will get warts on your face for a week if you tell anyone. Well, I was being facetious about the oath, only don’t tell anyone, I will find out if you do.”

Outfit/Physical Characteristics Reducio Sharp suit with dark green robes and green cufflinks. A Top Hat Blonde Hair Hazel/Blue Eyes 164 cm	Languages English Parseltongue French Hebrew Spanish German Russian Thoughts	Age 15
Mentioning/Interacting @Linda Ramirez	Location Dungeons	IC Date March 22nd

Are you a Parselmouth?

Tristan laughed jovially at the other’s remarks that the house cup makes it fun here because with that he could definitely agree. He liked the competitive nature of points deep inside after all. The arguments not so much. Tristan smiled widely and joked back, “Well, I guess you should thank me for letting you hear this great parseltongue as you say.” Tristan allowed the snake to crawl out of his arm and onto the ground. He watched it making sure it didn’t attack anyone. He replied to Linda’s apology, “Hmm, if they were Pureblood fanatic probably not. My parents were the first generation to not hate muggles in general.” When Linda asked to pet the snake, Tristan made a gesture showing approval, “Be careful though, don’t startle him, he’s still a wild animal and might bite.” He tilted his head with a gentle smile and replied, “Why, thank you for the complement. I’m sure Saverin appreciates it as well. Snakes are quite intelligent from my experience. And yes I often do enjoy conversing with this creature of mine. He spies very well. I like talking to him of my plans, my emotions, and other things. He’s more my companion than my pet at this point.” Tristan rolled his eyes at this point in a joking and sarcastic manner. He was feeling a little extra today, after all.

Outfit/Physical Characteristics Reducio Sharp suit with dark green robes and green cufflinks. A Top Hat Blonde Hair Hazel/Blue Eyes 164 cm	Languages English Parseltongue French Hebrew Spanish German Russian Thoughts	Age 15
Mentioning/Interacting @Linda Ramirez	Location Dungeons	IC Date March 22nd

Are you a Parselmouth?

Tristan was quite pleased with this encounter as he found himself smiling and joking along with the younger child with him. He often viewed anyone younger than 14 as a child. The reason why was a strange combination of his highly emotionally mature state and the harsh factors of life he had experienced. Tristan was quite fond of children however, because he wanted to provide an opportunity for these children to learn and grow in a way that did not involve the harsh environment he was cultivated in. Death need not be a grand part of this child’s life for her to learn, and he would hope it never would be. There was a glint in his eyes as he reflected upon his life and how his childhood had been quickly lost. He believed that students here at Hogwarts need not lose that childhood, and he would protect that opportunity to be a child for these students with his life. There was nothing about seeing a best friend die, seeing a father figure die that he would ever wish upon children. Perhaps this meant that his character was different from any other Slytherin a person might meet. However, he was ambitious and cunning but for what he believed to be a noble person. The young girl replied, “You made me interested. Thank you. You know, I almost don't know you, but you seem to be a really great person. You seem to be caring and kind, not the stereotypical Slytherin.” He was curious as to what stereotypes the younger girl had experienced of his house herself and also was concerned if any of his housemates had been vindictive at such a young age. He considered the girl in front of him and encouraged her, “Perhaps it is your job then to bridge that gap of stereotype then. A first year Slytherin perhaps, you must befriend, before he is convinced by his elder peers that there are expectations that he must uphold. These are all societal expectations and I break them, perhaps now you can teach others to break them as well.” Tristan paused,allowing her to ponder on these thoughts as well. He then replied carefully “I have had this creature since third year.” Saverin had been a faithful companion since the moment he had chosen him. He had been a great companion through the grief of death indeed. He smiled at the thought.