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Midnight Meeting - {Sirius & PEter}

When: Present Day (Game Time) Evening Where: Marauder's House (Diagon Alley) With: Sirius @siriusorionn

Peter jolted up with a barely concealed cry. Slapping his hand over his mouth his body immediately began to shiver, he thought it was just nerves, but he was soaked through with sweat. He scrunched up his eyes, images of figures in black cloaks and lifeless silver masks descending upon him, his friends lying dead around him-

He got out of bed. Internally, Peter scolded himself and grabbed a fresh, too large, t-shirt. He'd barely fought in the war, one battle tops and yet, every other night he was driven awake by some horror. He sniffed, wiped at his eyes and padded softly down into the living room. Usually on nights like this he'd change into a rat, get in his cage and just run, but he'd barely been in bed an hour and he was still so tired...

Slumping onto an armchair, he pulled his knees up and wrapped his arms around them, tucking his head in to be as small as possible. It was okay, he could just have a little cry and then try to go back to bed. His plan was rudely interrupted as the front door swung open and before he had time to compose himself Sirius was in the doorway, flipping on the light.

"O-oh, Sirius." he sniffed, again wiping around his red eyes, "M'sorry mate, I uhh," his voice wobbled, "Jus' couldn't sleep."

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When: Present Day (Game Time) Where: London - Peter’s Apartment With: Sirius @siriusxorion​

Magic was back, and with it that curdling feeling of danger coiled in Peter’s stomach like the disgusting snake burned into his arm. He’d retreated into himself and his mind had continued to work, though he’d not had the courage to visit Daisy again and see how things could progress for the two of them. Their situation’s weren’t any better; save for Peter having a little more trust and lee-way now. He needed to use that well of things were going to come falling down around him much sooner than he’d like. 

He’d finished work for the day, making note of a few things he’d learned at the Ministry; one of the boons of the clerical work was most people treated you like you weren’t there even when you handled all their private information. He had a list in his head: things to tell one side, and things to tell the other, forever hopping back and forth and hopping he didn’t hop right into the jaws of his own demise. 

He’d been nibbling on a biscuit, tiny tiny bites, for about five minutes, deciding whether his gut could calm enough for him to eat more, when there was a knock at his door and it opened soon after. He jumped up the lock caught and he heard Sirius calling a moment later. Getting up, he ambled to the door and pushed it shut to unlock it properly.

“What’s going on?” he said quietly, stepping back to let him in, “A-another emergency meeting?” God he hoped not. 

[professorminerva-mcgonagall]

Quidditch Radio || Minerva & Sirius

Location: Order Headquarters Date: October 11th 1979 Availability: Closed for @burningstarsirius

Minerva couldn’t get away from the school anywhere near as much as she’d like, and even when the time presented itself she worried at leaving someone else in charge. Her position as Headmistress was still unofficial and she was a firm believer that no one could do the job as well as her. More to the point, if she was somehow pushed from the role who knew who her replacement would be... or where their loyalties lay. 

But, she’d gotten a weekend free and decided to make the most of it at the Order’s headquarters doing her part (and more) to help them make progress. But, even she needed a break and with a strong tea and biscuit in hand she moved into a parlour, attention turning towards a radio broadcasting a live quidditch match; hearing the playing teams were the Harpies and the Wanderers she began paying a little more attention and drifted towards the sound, taking a sip of her tea and sinking into a chair, seeing Sirius Black happened to be the closest to her, listening to the match. 

Hearing the Harpies scored again (bringing the match to 120 - 30 in their favour) she smirked a little, “The Harpies are dominating; though the Wanderers haven’t had a successful run in years.”

[pettigrewwhiskers]

Pub Talk || Peter & Sirius

Location: Leaky Cauldron Date: October 9th 1979 Availability: Closed for @burningstarsirius

Peter had all but sprinted from work, he was running late but more importantly he’d discovered between work and home was a dangerous place to be... Rodolphus had cornered him there before, Frank had met him and they’d gotten attacked. Honestly he was just waiting for a damn dragon to appear in the night sky and scoop him up in its jaws. So this time he’d bottled it and run from the ministry building a safe distance away and apparated to Diagon Alley. He didn’t bother trying to make himself more presentable and pushed the door open to the warm light of the pub, looking around with a somewhat frantic gaze till he spotted Sirius on a table by the bar.

Letting out a sigh he walked quickly through the crowded pub and waved a little awkwardly at Sirius as he sat down, still breathing a little heavily. “S-sorry.” he mumbled, looking down at the table, “I was b-busy with work. First statistics of the uhr.. the year.” he explained. Trying to settle in his seat he put his hands on the table and already they started wringing together out of habit before he sniffed and briefly looked up at Sirius, “W-want umm... Want me to get us a drink?” 

Still jittery, his restless hands rose to rub at his weary eyes a little before continued, “M-my treat for being late?”

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When: Present Day (Game Time) - Very Early Morning Where: Sirius Black’s Flat With: Sirius @heirofdisappointment​

The first ribbons on sunrise were just hitting the edge of the window when Peter heard the key turn in the lock. He was expecting a pause of some kind, a realisation, Sirius clocking his wards had been broken, that someone was in his flat. Honestly, Peter suspected they weren’t his frie- the man’s best, but whether that was Sirius self-destructing or a drop in skill he couldn’t tell. 

Peter was sat at the kitchen table, hands clasped in front of him and a very heavy weight in his breast, comprised of his past choices and a letter he’d promised to deliver over five years ago. He’d prepared for this meeting, cleaned himself up, shaved, cut his mangled hair, had new clothes. It was the closest he’d come to looking like his old self. Though the sharpened, lean features brought on by years of hardship killed any illusion things hadn’t changed.

He didn’t have much longer to dwell with his thoughts as the door opened and, too soon, Sirius was in the kitchen, looking at him. Peter’s breath caught in his throat, then he exhaled shakily. He slowly pushed up off the chair and stepped to the side, body fully visible. 

“Hello Padfoot.” he voice just the same, a breathy whisper you had to listen for carefully.