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Tweak says, "He full-on Obi-waned me!"

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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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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