rattish (rattish) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2014-07-28 13:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | x-bellatrix lestrange, x-peter pettigrew |
Who: Peter & Bellatrix
Where: Cabin #6
When: Sunday
What: Peter practices poaching powers
Status: WIP
Peter had been relieved and grateful when Hannah, after seeing him fumble through beans on toast, had offered to share some cooking tips. He'd been terrible at it even before only having one hand to manage with. He had a feeling she was doing it just to keep an eye on him, but he made an effort to be extra polite and thankful, and after a few days he thought he was already improving.
On Sunday he got up early - mainly because he couldn't sleep with the knowledge that there was a cat and a fox wandering around the house ready to jump on his head at any moment - crawled out of his makeshift floor nest in the living room, and went into the kitchen to practice. He filled a saucepan and started to poach some eggs. He'd always scrambled them before, but this was easier, even with one hand.
He heard someone came in behind him and risked a quick look round. Bellatrix. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath to calm his heartbeat. It got to almost rodent-like speed whenever she was around, although so far they'd managed to avoid any direct confrontation. He felt quite vulnerable around her, as though she could see right through him, somehow. Of course the short sleeves didn't help. He glanced down at the Mark. It had been months since it had burned black. It didn't even itch, anymore, which was good since he had nothing to scratch it with. Anyway, Bellatrix wasn't even a Death Eater yet. Still. She sent shivers down his spine. She'd done that even at fifteen.
"Eggs?" he managed to say, without even much of a hitch to his voice.