rattish (rattish) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2014-07-22 22:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | lisa turpin, nymphadora tonks, x-bellatrix lestrange, x-peter pettigrew |
WHO: Peter Pettigrew & Open to Cabin 6
WHERE: Cabin 6
WHEN: Tuesday morning before sunrise
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Peter woke up, slumped over the kitchen table. Weird. He sat up, feeling a horribly uncomfortable crick in his back and trying to stretch it out. He knew he'd gone to bed properly. He'd been out late training with Albus and nearly exhausted himself trying to do magic that he didn't seem to have the capability for, anymore, but he hadn't been that far gone. He was even wearing his night things. Had he been sleep walking? Or simply dreamt going to bed? Maybe he'd come down for a drink or something, and hadn't made it back up. He groaned. Whatever had happened it meant that he'd woken up bloody early. The sun wasn't even up yet.
Yawning, he stumbled up out of the chair and looked towards the corner automatically to check his mousetrap. It wasn't there. He frowned and moved the bin aside. Definitely not there. He checked the cupboard. No mousetrap there either. There was also not the same food that had been there the day before. A grim suspicion growing in his mind, he turned slowly and looked around, taking in all the little signs. He was in the wrong house. Well, fantastic.
He crept out into the main room, fumbling a bit in the dark, and let out a low umph of breath when he accidentally walked into a chair that wasn't in the spot he expected it to be. "Bugger," he muttered, nursing a stubbed toe.
Something stirred in the darkness and he froze. Wand - no wand. Well, of course not, that would just be too easy, wouldn't it? He could still do light spells, but he needed the bloody wand to do them. "Um... hello?" he said into the uncomfortably unmeasurable space. "Anyone there?"