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wiped (petergrew) wrote in anon_rpg,

Where her mind went, his went as well and while he was there, his hands were tucked around her and he held her, the two of them taking a nap in the middle of a Sunday afternoon, maybe with a warm, soft blanket and a few pillows; he could mindlessly tangle her hair while she slept... They were dangerous thoughts and he was worried that she'd notice him smiling as he thought, so Peter pushed his grin down and opened his eyes after she asked him if he napped.

"Of course," he retorted, wanting to further argue that everyone naps. The two stared at each other for a moment and then she asked about Hogwarts. With an incredibly drawn out sigh, Peter raised his hand into the air and shrugged, his eyes closed again. "We went, we saw, I rode on Remus's shoulder. Nothing, though. Not anything of note."

He looked down at her and shrugged again, not a bit of shame on his face. They looked and found nothing - it was frustrating but really, what were they going to do? If Dumbledore was disappointed, well, they'd look out for that later.