Peter Pettigrew laughs in his sleep (_peter) wrote in afreshrpg,
"August?" Peter grinned, cocking his head to one side. "It seems that it is. But no, this is not a Christmas present, it is merely wrapped in Christmas paper. Open it!" he urged, a twinkle in his eye. He might not be the best at finding gifts, but he was quite proud of himself for this one.
Peter reached over and snatched up a chip. He hadn't had bar food in quite a long time, and it was rather satisfying to taste a salty chip on his tongue. He licked his lips and reached for another. Even though he'd finally lost most of his extra pounds, Peter often had a hard time saying no to food.