Who: Dorcas Meadowes & Peter Pettigrew What: Meeting again in the village When: Thursday morning Where: Goods and Stuff Rating: TBD, low. Status: Incomplete
Settling in to a magical village the wasn't beholden to the conventional laws of time and space wasn't nearly as difficult as it sounded surprisingly. Sure there were a couple of minor hang ups, such as Dorcas' entire family suddenly missing from her life along with her German Shephard Sherlock and the fact that she may or may not be dead back home according to a nutbag by the name of Barty Crouch Jr., but that was neither here nor there. At the moment, she was choosing not to poke at that particular beast. She was far too busy shoving her brain through a cheese grater trying to process the fact that this place actually existed, and the proof of it lay in the fact that the Prewett brothers were here and alive. Here and alive and Gideon Prewett was bloody married and about to have a bloody baby. Oh, yeah, and Harry Potter was all grown up, Ronald Weasley was a teenager, and Neville Longbottom was nearing twenty. Her entire world had been turned upside down and she was barely hanging on. Back home she had her fight, her wand, and her wit. Here she had her mouth, talking a mile a minute to keep from thinking too much. Denial seemed the best option so denial it was. She just wasn't going to look into it. She wasn't going to confirm what Barty bloody Crouch had told her. She was going to go to the grocer and get a pack of cigs and sit in her living room and smoke out the front window. Or go to the muggle store, get a record player, some records, and listen to happy music to make herself feel happy while smoking an entire pack. That would work, right?
Of course, she didn't know the layout of this village so finding the shop that would sell cigarettes was a bit difficult and she ended up walking into what she thought was the grocer but looked more like a bunch of fruit. Just fruit. Growling lowly under her breath, she resisted the urge to kick a display and instead approached one of the clerks. "Uh- hello- listen- I don't think you have any but-" she began, only to find she recognized the clerk in question. She couldn't help the way her face lit up or the wide smile the broke across her face. It was just so good to see a familiar face in this place, especially a friendly one. True, she hadn't always been particularly kind to Peter. Their friendship had been strange in that she had liked to make him uncomfortable because she had thought it cute and amusing though he probably hadn't. Still, they'd been kids then. Things had changed and now they were both here.
"Peter!" Dorcas burst out, voice bright and very loud. She didn't give him a chance to really process anything before flinging herself at him in a hug, arms wrapping snugly around his neck as she pulled him into a hug. "Oh my God, you're here! Hello! It's so bloody good to see you. Jesus bloody Christ, mate. You're handsome face has never looked so good!"