peter pettigrew (rattingdidnt) wrote in flippedrpg, @ 2012-07-02 14:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | ch: squib: peter pettigrew, ch: squib: sirius black, p: annalisa, p: silyara |
Who: Sirius & Peter (baby/squib)
What: having lunch.
When: Sunday, July 1 (backdated)
Where: a cafe.
Warnings: TBD
Peter had gotten into quite a number of messes, both in and out of his animagus form. But generally, Wormtail was used to running through the woods, not through a city. He often came back after the full covered in dirt, frequently also bearing scrapes and tree sap and canine slobber, but the grime that had gotten on his paws and fur from the streets of New York was something else entirely. He had been rooting around the police station, but hadn't heard much of anything interesting so far; he was working on figuring out his way around it. Maybe he'd have better luck with the family of the dead man, or something... or maybe he should just not worry about it at all.
But he wanted to, if only because it took his mind off of everything else. It kept him distracted from the fact that Petunia had left, the fact that in another universe-- multiple other universes-- he had betrayed his friends and now they didn't want him to talk to their children, the fact that he didn't really know what to do with his own child who was here and only six years younger than him.
Being Wormtail helped, because he didn't have to think so much, because he just concentrated on staying low and out of sight and not losing his way. But eventually, he got tired of it. Tired of wandering around on his own trying to investigate a murder, which wasn't really something he wanted to be doing, it was something that he was doing just because. He found a safe place to transform back, wiped the grime from his hands as best he could, and sat down in a cafe to order tea and talk to Sirius. He sipped at his tea, staring out the window, and waited for his friend to arrive.