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Peter Pettigrew (p__pettigrew) wrote in hogwarts_dawn,
@ 2021-03-19 15:59:00

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character: peter pettigrew, unused: cassandra trelawney

RP: Peter/Cassandra
Who: Peter/Cassandra
When: Afternoon, 19 March
Where: Cassandra's new office
What: Peter has good news about the green houses

Peter had been thinking about his conversation with Sirius since it happened. The only thing that seemed to distract him was working on the greenhouses. Those were things that he could do and do well. Once he'd gotten an idea, though, he worked nonstopped. Eating and working from his room and barely leaving it, until he'd gotten the spells all worked out.

With a parchment in hand, he started to run through the hallways of Hogwart until he reached the seventh floor. Offices. They were going to have offices here. He wasn't sure why they needed one. He finally saw her through an open door. "I know why we need the office. So I don't have to run to show you something," he said a little out of breath. "This was much easier when I was eleven."

He went in, parchment in hand. "I think I know how we built the greenhouse, which really- what an idiot! I should have thought of it sooner. What's the one thing that we have plenty of? Weeds right? Things are basically spilling over from the Forbidden Forest, not that I think we should go in there, but we can magicall sever what's come out. We can use the weeds, with the right spells, which by the way I have, to create the structure that keeps the glass in place." He finally took a deep breath. "And hi how are you? Sorry, I've disappeared. I was working on this and got... distracted."

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p__pettigrew
2021-03-19 09:00 pm UTC (link)

"I don't know what a computer is. It must be after my times," he said. "I was just thinking that they'll need that for school when we're done, but- they won't, will they? Those students only know the Muggle world. They are the ones who could teach us Muggle studies, and that includes people like me who grew up in the Muggle world."

Peter shrugged. "Eventually it will. When there are enough people, I bet the castle will want us out. We're ruining the school," he said laughing. "Not that I think we'll be going far. With so few of us, it makes sense to stick together for safety." He nodded. "Actually I was thinking that, but I can't seem to make it last for more than a few days. I'll just need to keep playing with the spell and then we can just go grab sand at a beach if we don't want to upset whatever lives in the lake."

He snorted. "Of course you have. Sirius needs everyone to love him. We agreed to try and mend things, but-" He shrugged. "He's Sirius. He'll find something new, someone new, something shiny that will hold his interest more than me and that will be the end of things." He sighed. "Look, let's focus on a few things at a time, okay? First off greenhouses and property. Maybe you can get one of the people from the recent past to look for that after you give directions, and then we work on supplies. I mean how bad can it be?" he asked, although he felt that it was pretty hard when they didn't even know what computers were. "Of course, you don't have to listen to them. I don't care how modern things get, this is Scotland. There must be local producers for basic things. Find them. Screw what people tell you and work your way up to these computers."

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blondemagic
2021-03-19 09:32 pm UTC (link)

"I... would rather not have lessons taught to me by an eleven-year-old," she pressed her lips together for a moment, trying not to smile, "They're still a bit snotty and smelly." But she suspected that it would happen in the end - for most of them. Children would become the source of knowledge that they needed.

She tried to imagine opening up Hogsmeade again or Diagon Alley but it didn't feel right. They were so... Dead. And she imagined her home, which had been just outside of the village, likely wasn't standing anymore. It was probably just a pile of discarded stones that no one remembered had been once a house. So she nodded her agreement but for now, focused on the glass. "Quartz then, perhaps? Or lead," she offered, not knowing that lead glass had gone out of fashion for a reason. "Or a mixture."

"It isn't my place," she began with, keeping her tone carefully soft, "but he thinks the same, you know? That you'll get sick of him and leave. But you heard nothing from me and it is an affair between you and your friends and I'm stopping." She made a motion with her hands as if she were dismissing the whole thing.

Cassandra wanted to focus on the problems at hand. "Well, the trick is recent and familiar with Muggles. That is in short supply." She had to cover her mouth with the back of her hand, stifling her laughter as he dismissed a whole bloody country as backwoods. So easy to do when it was bloody Scotland, wasn't it? "There are a lot of villages not too far from here. Maybe Dufftown so 'tis not too far." Escaping the castle for a bit was a terrible temptation but she'd never been in trouble in her life. Cassandra bit her bottom lip, clearly unsure about it.

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p__pettigrew
2021-03-19 09:52 pm UTC (link)

Peter looked at her and then laughed. "I meant some of the older ones. They'd be our age or close to it. They aren't smelly and they might actually know the world more than an eleven-year-old. I can't say I knew much about buying good at that age."

Peter shook his head. "Not lead. It's actually poisonous, causes illnesses, and I don't think the problem is the material but my spell. Your first instinct, with the sand is actually the best one. I just have to keep working on it. I'll get it."

He nodded. "Yes and as a result he leaves first. Besides he admitted it that he doesn't care about me as much as he cares about James and Remus. It's not like I didn't know, but hearing him say it- I need time." He sighed. "I... It made me think. This- Us.. I don't want to treat you like he treated me. I don't want this to become a friendship just because I'm alone which sounds stupid now that we're talking, because I don't feel like I'm taking advantage of you or you of me. It's actually nice to talk to you, and I'm making a mess."

He sat up. "So let's talk to them and say that we can't set up anything short term without meeting people. Let him go to Gringott's, convert money and then we go and look them over. We can't live somewhere else but we can leave Hogwarts. We've done it already when visiting Diagon Alley. Let's do it all nice and proper, with money in our pocket so we can start getting food."

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blondemagic
2021-03-19 10:15 pm UTC (link)

She sucked in a breath, shaking her head slightly as she thought of the older ones. "I can't imagine being closer to our age and suddenly finding out about magic. What a devastating blow to one's world view." And she didn't think anyone in this castle was good enough to handle it that delicately. Not even Albus Dumbledore.

"Really?" she sounded earnestly surprised. Cassandra had known about the ridiculousness of arsenic and belladonna beauty treatments but lead was practically in everything. "You should ask Draco. He said he found a book about charms for glass - maybe there's something in there on the transfiguration as well."

But the subject of Peter's friends was more important and she listened carefully, frowning to herself. An honest confession it might be but it was a terrible one. She knew that feeling, being the 'friend' on the outside. But he was continuing and now it was about them. Cassandra arched an eyebrow. "You're utterly ridiculous and were you closer, I might have actually done something equally ridiculous to stop your rambling. We have a natural rhythm, you and I. My... More adventurous counterpart."

She exhaled softly, glad for Peter to help her bandy about ideas. She had been fighting so hard to do things in the proper way - or at least, the modern way. Perhaps it was time to toss it all aside and do it her way instead. "Agreed," she paused for a moment, "I apologize. I've been making things more difficult than they need to be. Doing things in the proper manner has just always been terribly important."

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p__pettigrew
2021-03-19 11:01 pm UTC (link)

"I think I heard that the oldest are nineteen so really, older than Regulus," he said with a snort. "Of course everyone looks twenty years younger than Regulus when he starts talking. But I imagine they have come up with all sorts of rationalization to explain some of the magic they must have done. It'll be interesting to see how they adjust."

He nodded. "It's not really good for you, I'm not sure all the details, but it gives you something," he said with a shrug. "And I will. I'll be strange working with a Malfoy, but things are so different now."

Peter wished he could dismiss it so easily. "I never want to treat you like that. It's not right. If you feel like I'm taking advantage, then you tell me, all right?" He smiled. "I just... I like you but I don't want to get into this, because we are lonely and we need company. I want to... I guess I want to take things day by day and become your friend first. How does that sound to you?"

He frowned. "I'm not sure there's a proper way. I think everyone knows how to do things a certain way because that's what their time taught them, but there's more than one way to do them right. If you feel strongly about something, then speak up. You have good instincts, use them."

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blondemagic
2021-03-19 11:31 pm UTC (link)

She ducked her gaze slightly. They all looked young to her, barely able to take care of themselves. This was hardly true, she knew. Magic could do so much. But she had a strange lense of time to peer through. One being the year she was from and the other being her Sight. "What was it like - when you found out?"

Cassandra nodded slightly - yes, she'd tell him. She was acutely aware of the feeling of being 'used.' Mostly it was for her abilities - not for her friendship but she knew it. "It's always been easier for me to be on my own," she confessed softly, "The Sight has plagued me for so long. People become afraid of what I'll See. The castle has given me an opportunity to try again, day by day. I'm just not very good at it." It was her way of agreeing with him - but if he too became afraid, well, she wouldn't hold it against him.

"We'll leave it for Monday, perhaps. 'Tis poor manners to be doing business on a weekend," she decided firmly. They wouldn't really get anything done, she was certain.

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