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Tweak says, "I'm crazy, what's your excuse?"

Peter Pettigrew (rat_patootie) wrote in beyondthepages,
@ 2010-05-21 01:32:00

Entry tags:

!complete, 2023 10, astoria malfoy, peter pettigrew

RP: Once a Rat...
Characters: Peter, Astoria
Time/Date: Early morning, October 21 2023
Location: Malfoy Manner
Warnings/Rating: PG
Summary: Peter returns
Status: Complete

He was curled up in a little ball in the corner of a dark, and musty room that looked to be some kind of storage area, or something. Peter couldn't quite make out from the shadows where he was, and truly had no idea what he was doing there. The last he remembered, he'd been drifting off on the grounds with James, Sirius and Remus. The term was almost over, exams were done, and they'd been enjoying the last few days of their sixth year...

But when he opened his eyes, it hadn't been his mates that he'd been looking at. It was this place, which was who knew where, and he had no idea how he was going to go about getting himself out of this one when he didn't know how he'd gotten into it.

Did this have something to do with the Slytherins? Was he in the dungeons? Was this some kind of retaliation for all the pranks they'd pulled on them over the years? Where were Sirius, James and Remus? He whimpered slightly, curling further in on himself.

He heard noises on the stairs, and froze. If he'd had the frame of mind to figure out what he was doing, he might have transformed. As it was, he simply sat there, paralyzed and hoping that he was perfectly still as a house elf slipped carefully down the stairs, whistling cheerfully to itself. It saw him, obviously, it's big eyes growing wider as it shrieked and dropped whatever it was holding, fleeing up the stairs quickly - presumably to get it's master, since it wasn't an elf he recognized, and he didn't see the Hogwarts crest anywhere on the... well, rags that it was wearing.

So he was in a house then. Houses had exits, didn't they? Scrambling for the stairs, he had a mind to get out of the house as fast as he could, assuming he could even find a door.

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rat_patootie
2010-05-23 04:15 am UTC (link)

While the name Malfoy struck a chord - how could it not, really - Peter was having difficulty placing faces to the names Lucius and Narcissa. Of course, he was still a step behind and he was thinking about a Narcissa Malfoy - he would have known her as Narcissa Black in his time - and it really wasn't like they had traveled in the same circles. Peter hadn't been inducted into the Death Eaters until after they were all outside of school, and he wasn't under the constant watch (and protection) of his mates.

Of course, he didn't really know any of that yet. His lower lip trembled slightly as Astoria tried to explain, but he was quick enough to realize that she wasn't going to have enough of the answers for him, or any answers for him really. And maybe none of them would.

"I... thank you," he said hesitantly, pulling up to his feet and trying not to tremble so much that he lost his balance. He knew she's said when he was ready, but that had sounded a lot to him like a dismissal, and she'd made it clear enough there were others who'd be able to answer his question better. Walking over towards the fireplace, he searched for the jar that would be most likely to contain the Floo, pointing to it before reaching for it to gather some for himself. He hesitated briefly before throwing it in.

"So I just... I just show up?" he asked, his voice shaking slightly. "And tell the first person I meet who I am and they'll... that'll be enough?"

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astral_flower
2010-05-23 04:23 am UTC (link)

Astoria nodded, but made no motion to move. Surely by his age he knew how to use a Floo. "Just tell them who you are, and that you were formerly deceased. They'll take care of it. Whatever ... registrations you have to go through," she said dismissively.

She wondered if any others would be showing up, and she thought perhaps she'd ask Narcissa for a comprehensive list of people who had died here so she might be prepared. "Good luck," she said quietly because it was polite; not because she actually cared.

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rat_patootie
2010-05-23 05:14 am UTC (link)

He nodded, and steeled himself, trusting that he could do this. He'd done scarier things in the past. He'd become an animagus without killing himself for godssake. He could handle a little trip to the Ministry to inform them that he was Peter Pettrigrew, and he was returned from the dead.

Closing his eyes and tossing the Floo into the fire before he could change his mind, he turned and said, "Erm. Than you, for... for your help. I... I apologize for any inconvenience I caused," before he turned back to the fireplace and calling out Ministry of Magic, slipped inside the fire and let the feeling of racing through the Floo network overcome him.

He'd get to the Ministry, he'd find someone who could help him out, and he'd... make his way from there.

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