Carry On Who: Peter & Albus D. Where: Brain Freeze > The Outer Village When: Thursday night
It was slow and occasionally painful going, but Peter was gradually getting used to his new life. He had given up fishing in favour of full time work at the shop, where he did his best to keep his mind occupied in menial tasks and stay out of Emmeline's way. He also avoided the back room, since it was the only place he could get cornered.
He worked one-handed, with very little magic. Occasionally a task would defeat him, and he'd exhaust himself trying to do it with magic, only to end up in a bigger mess than he'd started. It seemed to be getting worse, as though the source of what little power he had had been contained in his right hand, and was now draining away.
He was too afraid to transform. He wasn't sure why; whether he was more worried that he wouldn't be able to move on three paws, or that he wouldn't be able to turn at all anymore. The uncertainty of not knowing was a constant lead weight in his stomach.
He was looking forward to working with Dumbledore on stabalising his magic, even if the prospect of being taught by his old Headmaster was nerve-wracking as hell. One of the most powerful wizards to have ever lived, taking him under his wing... it was a scarily familiar situation. He couldn't help but wonder if he wasn't just jumping straight from the frying pan and into the fire. But there was no way Dumbledore could be worse than him, right?
When the time came, he tied back the right sleeve of his jacket again and made his way to the new ice cream shop. As had become his habit, he checked the window first to make sure there was no one inside who might take it into their head to attack him before going on. The bell rang loudly, making him jump.