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On the way to the kitchens [open]
"Stop it, James!" Peter hissed, as his mouse tried to escape for the third time since they'd left Gryffindor Tower. He tried to shove James back into his pocket -- yet again, to no avail. When James was overexcited like this, there wasn't much else Peter could do. He clasped the mouse loosely in between his palms, held his hands up to his mouth, and cooed softly to his pet. "It's all right. I won't let anybody hurt you."

He supposed it was possible that Filch's horrid cat was spying on them. She always made James nervous, but Peter was sure he'd know if she was around before James did. Cats always made him sneeze something awful. Catching sight of a shadow on the wall, Peter turned and slowly lowered his hands. I'm not doing anything wrong, he thought, trying to force himself not to look guilty. It's not after curfew, and this corridor isn't out of bounds, even if the kitchens are.