Psyke was feeling particularly lonely. Sure, Alex was with her like, almost all the time, but he wasn't very good company. He'd never been, and now that he was divorced and not getting laid (she had absolutely refused to let him bring women to her house until he settled himself mentally), he was a particular pain in the ass.
Which was why she forced him to sit with her as she went through her closet, trying to separate the clothes from the ones she was going to keep, and those that she was going to donate to the fashion school so they can work their magic with it.
"I don't care, I don't care," Alex moaned as she presented him with a dazzling silver dress. He dropped his head against the window of her bedroom, Lavender mimicking his actions from her spot on the window seat. "Oh. Your quidditch man's here."
Psyke dropped the pair of red faux-alligator skin shoes at his words.
"What?"
Alex jabbed toward the window and she ran over, nearly jamming her head straight through the glass to look down to the front porch and spotting---Tristan! "Oh my God! Take Lav Lav to Kostos'!!"
Psyke didn't wait for her brother's inevitable retort as she burst out of her bedroom and down the stairs. He was here! Oh, she'd missed him so much, there were only so many things that naughty letters would do (plus, her owl refused to take some of the longer rolls of parchment, that she'd sprayed with her favorite perfume). She threw the door open and let out a shriek that shook all the birds from the trees lining the street.
"TRISTAN!" Psyke didn't hesitate in jumping into his arms, her legs locking around his waist.
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