From the Ashes

Who: Pete & William
What: Bowling and more whimisicle fuckery
When: Wednesday evening
Where: the lawn

Pete was worried about William. First, the rumor mill had him whoring around again, and Merlin knew William was generally too self-controlled to get his grind on with other people in relative public. Secondly, Pete had seen William kill house elves with his own two eyes, and William was a librarian. Pete would put a weighty stack of galleons on William having some coping difficulties.

Thus, he had fetched William from the relative safety of his post, replaced him with a suitable substitute, and dragged him out to the lawn.

"You," he said firmly, pushing William down onto the lawn firmly with both hands on William's shoulders. Reaching up for William's shoulders. "Sit here. I'll take care of everything."

He fetched a small book out of his back pocket and his wand from its convenient sleeve within his sleeve, and raised the wand like a conductor's baton, clearing his throat importantly. First matter of business was to levitate the small group of children studying about five yards ahead of him and float them gently out of the way; it was the only flat ground the eye could see, and unless he wanted to carve up the hillside, he needed flat. Flattish.

[to William Beckett]

Dear William,

Hi! A fifth year Gryffindor just asked me if I was going to duel Pete & Gabe for your hand, and I've been warned by three Hufflepuffs that my stakes in aforementioned eventual battle aren't good. List of demands for compensation is below.

1. Either redirection of Plants in Peril to me first, library second, or a new subscription just for me (know you can wrangle it out of Schechter better than I).
2. A week's food for a Venomous tentacula. The fresher the better. Am sure you will figure something out.
3. I have some screechsnaps in need of repotting. Generally leave it to the NEWT students with patience looking for extra credit, but I think they can be spared this time.
4. Whatever shampoo you've been using.

With affection, etc. etc.

SS.

[to Mikey Way]

Mikey -- more later, but please please please don't listen to anything you might be hearing right now about me and cupboards and things. Ministry Officials & William without caffeine not a good combination, will make it up to you, promise. Spencer x

ps. If there's anything you'd like from William, please do let me know.