Werewolves Run Hot
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(( OOC: Based on this text post – Peter played by @sirussly ))
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James: *passes over the guitar with a quizzical look*
(( OOC: Peter: @sirussly – Mrs. Pettigrew: @cam-ravenpuff-rp ))
Peter: *limps in through the front door, a bruise forming below his eye*
Mrs. Pettigrew: *glances up as Peter walks in, her face falling*
Mrs. Pettigrew: *anger rising as she stands up, making her way to the phone*
Mrs. Pettigrew: *stares at his desperate face, heart aching*
Peter: *rushes up the stairs to his room, stumbling on the way up and nearly face planting*
Peter: *slows approaches his bed, a letter with emerald green scrawl resting neatly on his pillow, glancing around suspiciously*
Mr. P. Pettigrew
The Room in the Attic
Burren Street,
Doolin, Ireland
~*~
Sirius: *sits quietly at the dining table, glaring daggers at his soup*
Walburga: *snaps* He’s a terrible influence.
Sirius: *jaw clenches stubbornly as his feet wrap around the legs of the chair, his hands gripping the armrests*
Walburga: *slowly sets her knife down*
Sirius: *flinches as the knife scrapes against her plate*
Walburga: With any luck, your brother will take your place–
Sirius: *stomach growls loudly, his lower lip quivering as angry tears burn the corners of his eyes*
Walburga: *picks up her knife, cutting her food into tiny pieces*
Sirius: *snatches up his spoon, desperately trying to keep the tears from falling*
*there’s a loud screech as the Black family owl flies through the kitchen, dropping a letter into Sirius’ stew*
Sirius: *shakes off the dripping letter, grimacing* What–?
Mr. S. Black
The French Bouillabaisse
12. Grimmauld Place,
London, England
~*~
Fleamont: *pulls out a potions bottle, carefully measuring out a small amount*
Fleamont: *pours a bit of the potion onto James’ head and attempts to brush through the mess of black hair*
Fleamont: Take your tarts, you heathen.
James: *bounces over to hug Euphemia*
Fleamont: *exasperated* How am I supposed to sell a hair potion that won’t even work on my own son!?
James: *proudly through the mess of curls* I’m one of a kind!
*there’s a screech that echoes from the open window as an owl swoops into the room, the letter in its possession landing on James’ head*
Mr. J. Potter
A Head of Messy Hair
The Potter Family Estate
London, England
To Be Continued
(( OOC: Based on this text post – Lily played by @sirussly ))
(( OOC: Based on this text post – Peter played by @sirussly ))
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