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Gellert Grindelwald (diemrationis) wrote in sapientiae_rpg,
@ 2008-01-17 03:14:00

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gellert grindelwald, peter pettigrew

Last of the Mohicans! Uh. Chibis?
WHO: Gellert and Peter.
WHERE: Peter's house, where Gellert had a sleepover.
WHEN: Thursday morning.
WHAT: Gellert wakes up and he's not a kid anymore. Peter's disappointed.
COMPLETE: Not yet!

Gellert turned over in his sleep and yawned, an arm above his head to block out the morning sunlight. Strange. Things felt different. He rolled back onto his back. Oh. His shirt was too short and he'd lost his pants during the night time.

...Lost? Gellert didn't remember--

Wait. The last thoughts he remembered thinking had gone at quite a different pace to his current thoughts, and down a different track as well.

Barely half a second later, Gellert Grindelwald, Kaiser of Europe, feared Dark Lord, sat bolt upright dressed only in a too-short nightshirt that was now approximately the size of a belly-shirt, if even that. A few quick spells later and he'd changed it into a towel, knotted around his waist, and padded into the bathroom to take a shower and clean his teeth. He could think while getting clean. Sort his head out like that.

When he emerged, dressed now in a simple black pair of trousers, belted tight over his hips, Gellert had managed to sort out a plan of action in his head. First thing to do, of course, was to have breakfast and thank his host not only for having him over, but also for having rescued him from the castle. It didn't occur to Gellert that perhaps it would be more appropriate to finish getting dressed first. His hair was wet! Who put on a shirt if they had wet hair? The water would just make the shirt wet as well.

Golden curls sticking damply to his cheeks, lengthened by the weight of the water pulling them down, Gellert loped in the direction of the scent of food, sniffing hungrily. Faint scars marred his upper body, a knotted tangle of them over his left hip and a vicious-looking bite on his neck and between his thumb and index finger. Pale blond hairs smoothed over his arms, too light to be properly visible, and when Gellert saw Peter, he flashed the other boy a brilliant smile as bright as sunshine reflected off snow. "Morning, Peter."

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wormtail_pete
2008-01-17 01:12 pm UTC (link)

The first indication that something was off was the sound of the shower running. Peter frowned in thought, wondering if he ought to go check on the little boy. Honestly, a few days ago he wasn't sure how to bathe himself. Maybe he'd figured it out. Maybe it made him feel like a big boy to do it alone. Peter grinned at that thought and resolved that if the shower seemed to go on too long, or if he heard anything that sounded bad, he'd go check. Neither of those things happened.

It was for that reason that Peter was hunched over a plate of eggs (scrambled, because he always broke the yolks when he tried to fry them, even with magical methods of cooking) and sausages, twiddling an unlit fag in his fingers rythmically, when Gellert walked into the kitchen. That didn't sound like a little kid anymore and... Oh, shite!

Peter's eyes went wide at the sight before him. And then his mouth went dry. Gellert was not wearing a shirt and that did funny things to Peter. He had to tell his body to behave before Gellert was even in the room for a full minute. He managed to stop gawking, realising his jaw had dropped (both at Gellert being grown, which he had to admit was a little disappointing, and at the sight of him half dressed), and tear his eyes away. It was only then that he realised he was blushing and that he was wearing pajamas with little furry animals all over them. "H-hi," he managed to squeak. It would probably be polite to offer breakfast now and his mum would have chided him for manners, but his mum wasn't here right now and Peter wasn't sure he could move at all... or speak again.

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diemrationis
2008-01-17 04:50 pm UTC (link)

Blushing? That was certainly odd. Perhaps Peter was simply embarrassed to be in the animal-print pyjamas. Gellert thought they were rather cute, really. Something he would've worn as a child, if he hadn't always been put into nightshirts.

Fingers coming up to his forehead, pushing the curls away from his eyes, Gellert strolled over to the cooker. He leaned his forearm on the counter, looking at the scrambled eggs with interest, "Even though I appear to be my usual age again -- at least, for this world -- I'm not sure it's safe to trust me to cook anything. Is there any other way I can help with breakfast?"

Admittedly, his etiquette situations had never covered situations like this -- if nothing else, the Tutors had always assumed that any house Gellert stayed at would have House Elves. However, in general, it was always better to err on the side of politesse and offer to help out the host.

Besides, Peter looked like he was on the verge of fainting with shock, and Gellert remembered that last time, Peter had been too frightened to go to the Yule party of Albus with him and Salazar. It was probably best to try to calm him first before talking to him.

Quirking Peter a smile, half-amused, half-concerned, Gellert reached out and touched Peter on the arm lightly, "Don't be alarmed. It's still only me."

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wormtail_pete
2008-01-17 11:59 pm UTC (link)

Peter looked at his plate, eying his sorry eggs, but almost feeling a little better that Gellert admitted he couldn't cook. The Pettigrews had been Pure-bloods, but they weren't by any means rich enough to have elves. It actually, Peter thought, was a slight advantage over the ones who were so pampered they couldn't take care of themselves.

Or maybe that was just what he liked to tell himself.

"Can't do anything other than scrambled. Wind up scrambled anyway when I try," he said. It was meant to be a joke, but Peter was quite convinced it probably wasn't funny. He still was not really looking at Gellert, because Gellert was a full grown, half-naked man who was touching him in his kitchen. "I could make you some," he suggested, ignoring the offer of help, since it was his kitchen. Without waiting for a reply, he pushed out of his chair and went for the cooker.

"Yeah, but you were--" He didn't know what he meant to say. Gellert was a lot different now than he had been snuggled up in bed with him last night (which was really strange and awkward, but oddly nice). "'M better with kids," he finished lamely.

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diemrationis
2008-01-18 12:15 am UTC (link)

Gellert was positive that people who could cook had an advantage over him in this world. Same for those who could clean, and wash clothing, and do all sorts of domestic tasks that Gellert had to actually look up spells for. It had been years since he'd run into any situation he hadn't already known the spells for but after all, why would a spoiled Pureblood like him ever been taught a spell for scouring silverware clean?

Laughing at Peter's comment on his own cooking skills, Gellert shrugged ruefully, "Still better than me. Last time I tried cooking eggs, the first four exploded, the next one ended up on the ceiling, the sixth one became ashes and I think the seventh one grew legs and ran away. I now have a feral egg living somewhere in my castle. I really should've hunted it down that morning, but I didn't feel like it and I thought it would go rotten and die eventually anyway."

There. Casual small talk, complete with a joke at his own expense. Peter had to be relaxing a little now, right?

Tilting his head at Peter, he pointed out, "I like kids as well. But my point was that you did run into a burning castle to save me, which was very brave of you. And then you let me spend the night at your place, which was kind of you. I appreciate it, and since my parents aren't around to reward you for your behavior, I should like to do so in their place."

For the sake of Peter's pride, Gellert added, "I mean no offense by offering you a reward, of course. I only wish to honor your courage."

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wormtail_pete
2008-01-18 05:58 pm UTC (link)

Peter was a little relieved that Gellert laughed at his joke and he relaxed a bit, setting a spell to butter a pan and start two eggs for Gellert. He performed a similar spell to get the sausages cooking, too, then tunred and leaned in the counter to face Gellert.

Yep. He was still half naked.

Peter immediately looked down at the lino. "What are you on about? You're entire castle is feral," he said, offering a half-smile.

The smile grew a bit more genuine when Gellert called him brave, however, though he tried to hide it. He wasn't really brave and he'd considered, at least once inside the castle, abandoning Gellert.... But Gellert was... "You were a little kid. Anyone would have done it," he said with a shrug, looking back up. "Do you want me to transfigure you a shirt?"

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diemrationis
2008-01-18 07:28 pm UTC (link)

Genuinely interested, Gellert watched as Peter performed the spells for cooking. He waved a hand over the pan, feeling the heat radiate off it, and leaned over it to take a closer look. "Fascinating."

Looking up again, he quirked a grin at Peter, laughing at the comment on his castle. "Gellert Grindelwald, defeated by a feral egg. I can deal with my castle, most of the time. An egg with legs, however, is beyond my capabiilties, even if only because seeing it made me start laughing so hard that I couldn't concentrate on any spell to rein it in."

Refusing to let Peter downplay his achievement, Gellert shook his head, "Not everyone would run into a burning castle to rescue a little child. Especially since in this realm, most of them would assume that I could not be killed by it and therefore, it wouldn't be as if they were responsible for my death."

Not to mention that some of them would probably think that Gellert Grindelwald deserved to be burnt practically to death.

"It was courageous of you to come save me, and I truly appreciate it."

The question about the shirt made Gellert blink, stretching up to tug his fingers through his hair experimentally. Still damp. Not dripping wet, anymore, but wet enough that he'd rather not have them mess up a shirt. The belt stopped his trousers from dropping any lower as he shifted; the knot of scars on his left hip rippled over the muscle, then seemed to move like a wild thing for a moment with a life of its own before Gellert was still once more. "My hair's still wet -- I didn't want to wear a shirt and get it wet as well."

Thinking about why Peter might have offered, Gellert canted his head at the other inquisitively, "Does it bother you that I have no shirt on? I heard the British have a reputation for being prudes, but I didn't think that this would be offensive."

He gestured at his torso as he spoke, encompassing the lean lines of muscles and the sharp planes of his hipbones and collarbone in that one wave casual wave of his hand.

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wormtail_pete
2008-01-19 01:49 pm UTC (link)

"Thanks," Peter replied, not really wanting to talk about courage. When Gellert put it that way, that he really couldn't die anyway, it just seemed stupid instead of courageous. He shrugged and shifted, then watched the food cooking. It really wouldn't take too long, and Gellert seemed impressed. It would be a shame for Peter to ruin that by burning the food.

"I'm not a prude," he said defensively. No, he was an 18 year old virgin who didn't like the way it made him feel to look at Gellert. he didn't like that he liked it, just like he didn't like that he'd liked Remus a little too much when they were both in school. It was wrong. You weren't supposed to think about other blokes that way. "Don't you know any drying charms?"

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diemrationis
2008-01-19 07:37 pm UTC (link)

"I didn't mean to insult you, Peter. Different cultures have different levels of nudity in them. I'm sure nobody would bat an eye at me attired like this in South Asia, just as I'm sure I could not walk around in public like this in this world." Gellert laughed, leaning closer to the stove.

With a toss of his curls, Gellert admitted lightly, amused at his own lack of knowledge when it came to domestic spells, "I'm afraid that I don't know any drying charms, no. I did try once drying my clothes by lighting a fire underneath them, but that ... turned out badly. And I'd rather not set myself on fire in hopes of making my hair dry. Though the heat from this ought to dry my hair quickly enough, I hope."

He shifted his weight a little, canting one hip to a side and resting his forearm on the countertop more securely, fingers curved over the edge. Blue eyes watched the food cooking with great interest, "How do you know when it's done?"

Gellert was hungry, that was part of it, but he was also hoping that he'd be able to replicate this when he returned to his own castle.

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wormtail_pete
2008-01-20 03:42 pm UTC (link)

Peter frowned a bit. "What is it with you and lighting things on fire?" he blurted almost immediately. He swallowed and purposely didn't look at Gellert and the way he was leaning just so over the counter. He liked birds, not blokes! Lily was really pretty and he'd once kissed Emmeline Vance behind greenhouses three! "I could do it for you. The drying charm," he suggested. He'd done it for Gellert when he'd been little, after all, and his lips quirked a little at the thought of taking care of Gellert as an adult, too. Sometimes rich folks were a bit like children.

"The eggs you know because they're not runny anymore, though if you're better at cooking them you can make them to where the middle is still runny, and that's okay. The sausages... we'll they're precooked, so I'm just heating them up, but if they weren't, I suppose you could do a charm to make sure they're the right temperature to kill all the stuff that could make you sick.

Peter summoned a plate and dumped Gellert's food onto it, then handed it to him. "There," he said.

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diemrationis
2008-01-20 10:43 pm UTC (link)

Amused by Peter's question, Gellert threw his head back and laughed, exposing the clean line of his throat and the vicious bite mark on his neck. Eyes bright, he gave a half-guilty shrug, "I think that it's a question of enthusiasm. I like fire, I like doing magic, and when those two combine, my spells seem to have more power behind them I intend them to."

The mention of a drying charm for him made him duck his head in grateful agreement, "Thank you -- it would be good if you could do that."

Not that Gellert cared if he was half-naked. But it seemed to upset Peter and it was never good to upset your host.

Taking the plate from Peter, he summoned over a fork and prodded the eggs with it curiously. True to Peter's words, the eggs weren't runny any longer, so Gellert used the side of the fork to cut off a little bit and put it into his mouth. Chewing, he swallowed it down, and then licked over his lips, smiling at Peter, "Tasty. What sort of eggs are these?"

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wormtail_pete
2008-01-21 10:58 pm UTC (link)

Peter smiled nervously, both at the fact that gellert was laughing and at his explanation, but only did the drying charm on Gellert when he leaned his head forward, the faster the older man was clothed, the better.

"Thanks," Peter said at the compliment to his food, then crossed the kitchen to sit back down at his forgotten plate. he cast a quick warming charm to re-heat his food, then began to wonder if he should have had some sort of exotic type of egg or something. "Er, chicken eggs," he said sheepishly. They weren't from any sort of magical animal, but they were still used in wizard food anyway. "Why? I mean, do you eat some other sort of egg? Haven't you ever had just... regular eggs?"

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diemrationis
2008-01-21 11:11 pm UTC (link)

Summoning the nightshirt that he'd woken up in, Gellert Charmed it larger, Transfiguring it into a black fitted t-shirt with "Dark Lord In Disguise" scrawled over the front in a bright blue script. He tugged it on over his head, then raked a hand through his curls again to get them into some semblance of order. "Thanks, Peter."

He accompanied the words with a bright grin, forking another bit of egg into his mouth and swallowing it down easily. With a quizzical head tilt, Gellert answered, "I don't actually pay attention to what sort of eggs I usually eat. That's why I asked. These tasted good, so I thought that next time I trade for food stuff, I could request chicken eggs."

Testing the sausage out, and finding it to good as well, Gellert asked, "Chicken is a form of poultry, correct? A bird that is tame? What are the sausages made of?"

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wormtail_pete
2008-01-21 11:26 pm UTC (link)

"Oh," Peter said, stabbing a few bites of food before shoving it into his mouth, then continuing to talk through the food. "Yeah, 's'a bird. I'd 'magine they're all tame," he said, then swallowed. "I've never heard of chikens or turkeys attacking anyone, and my great granda' had a farm."

He shrugged and ate some more. If this had been real life, his friends would never belive him if he told then he discussed eggs and sausage with Gellert Grindelwald! He smiled to himself at the thought. "Um, I think sausages are pork. Pig." He fingered to forgotten cigarette that was still laying on the table from earlier.

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diemrationis
2008-01-21 11:34 pm UTC (link)

"I've been on farms!" Usually while hiding from law enforcement, tracking someone down, or searching for supplies. "They're usually very..."

Noisy. Quiet. Full of life. Littered with corpses.

"Big." Gellert finished, trying to spear a bit of egg and sausage onto the fork at the same time. "So what did your parents and grandparents do? Not the farm?"

He tilted his head inquiringly at Peter, holding the plate against his side as he carried it over to the table and sat down, having seemingly realized how rude it was to stand by the cooker and eat. Gellert liked it there, though. The ambient heat from the cooker had been delicious.

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wormtail_pete
2008-01-26 03:54 pm UTC (link)

Big? Well, not all farms were big, but Peter didn't argue. "My grandparents did just farm," he said. Da was a mudblood, after all, he thought, with a twinge of guilt. Sometimes it was difficult to reconcile his leanings with his real life, with the fact that he loved his Da, and Remus, and even Lily, a little bit, when he wasn't too busy being annoyed with James, a perfectly good pure-blood, for fancying her.

"Mum and Da worked in the ministry, both of them," he said, moving on and away from the confusing thoughts. "Da was in Magical Law Enforcement and Mum in Experimental Charms," he added with a shrug. They'd alwayd wanted him to be an auror, too. Peter thought he might've told Gellert that once, but he couldn't remember. He only remembered Gellert saying he thought maybe the Unspeakables cleaned toilets.

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