Considering the fact that he and Rasmus had met on a New Years Eve saw Tristan feeling quite bitter by the time the first Christmas that they were no longer together rolled around. He didn't feel in a celebratory mood but that didn't stop him from partying anyways. That was what his life had become really - parties and Quidditch. Did he really need more?

That didn't stop him from still feeling bitter and salty about how things had gone down. Fuck Rasmus Mohr anyway. And not the fun way he had been for the past couple years.

Walking down the street, Tristan grunted mostly out of instinct when someone ran into him. Raising a brow at the question, he looked down at Nuffer. "Walking. That's what this path is for, Nuffer."