"Do you see these arms?" Dominique held out her arms and did a wave motion for good effect. âPlease donât tell me you honestly think these twiggy things could manage to cart three big crates. I needed help and, considering you were the only option, it seemed only fair thereâd be payment.â She shrugged, like it was that simple an answer. And, to her, it was. Sure, Peter was about the farthest thing from an ally but help was help. Honestly, she was surprised heâd took the bait in the first place. "Iâd rather sacrifice three bottles than risk getting caught and fed a Saturday detention."
Yea...I guess that makes sense. *Peter was hardly hearing what she was saying. His eyes were constantly flicking back and forth across the hall waiting for the perfect moment to make his move. Suddenly, they turned down a particularly dark corridor and he knew it was now or never.* Right, three bottles. We'll see about that. *Without giving her a chance to respond, Peter violently stuck out his arm, hoping to knock the girl hard against the stone wall. He quickly caught the crates and made a mad-dash down the hallway from where they came.* So long, Weasley.










