WHO: Peter Pettigrew & Hannah Abbott [OPEN to other people working or eating in the mess hall if you want? Just message one of us!]
WHEN: Sunday afternoon
WHERE: Mess hall
SUMMARY: They work together.
WARNINGS: None, probably
Peter didn't really talk to anyone on the ship besides a few people and sometimes the other people he worked with in the mess hall. And some of the crew too. He had been here longer than the people he knew from his own world, and every time one of them showed up, he just felt like it was more of an inconvenience than anything else. That and sometimes he didn't even know everyone who came from his world. Sure, he knew Lily and James and Sirius and everything like that, but that was it. He wasn't even sure he wanted to know any of the others, especially if all of the things that Sirius had told him about what he did were true. He didn't do anything yet though, and it was so hard to get any of them to understand that.
He set the soup to stirring with a flick of his wand and then turned to chop some vegetables - none that were familiar to him at all - by hand. He looked up when Hannah, the knew lady who had come in and started managing the kitchens and the mess hall, walked in to find out how everything was shaping up for the upcoming dinner rush. "We're fine," he told her, mumbled really, as he concentrated on not chopping his fingers off instead of the vegetables. He didn't think to stop the self-stirring soup and the pot though. Hopefully that didn't matter any.