He considered himself quite close to Carys -- they'd been on the team together for a good deal of time, they had in recent years had similar sorts of problems, and -- they'd both been in close running for the position of Captain. In the end, though, Tristan was happier to be someone on the team who could be a little more flexible than a Captain would have to be. He'd never really vied for the position, but he was fast becoming one of the more senior members of the team.
The pressure made him want to puke too, frankly, and that was why he'd showed up in Carys' office -- because he was sure she was feeling the same way.
"What!" He slipped into the room and closed the door behind him, making sure to mutter a small locking charm to keep the door from being opened by anyone nosy.
"What makes you say that? You've got the uniform, that's at least fifty percent of the job.
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