Who: Peter & @amarazabini When: February 18, 1980 Where: The Ministry of Magic
Peter was often clumsy.
Through the years he had become particularly skilled at mitigating his clumsy tendencies but they were not non-existent. He was bringing some paperwork from the Obliviator department to the Curse Breaking division. They wanted to cross-reference some of their records before officially closing the cases. There had been a lot of hustle and bustle at the Ministry since of flurry of owls had descended upon them like snow. It was unsettling to hear about the castle closing down for the foreseeable future. Hogwarts had always been the epitome of safety and a constant in his time in the wizarding world. In this hustle, there had been many more people around than he was accustomed to. Which is why when he tripped in front of a woman who looked all too important to be there and his papers flew about him, Peter was rather embarrassed.
“Sorry.” He stammered out as he tried to stand. If he wasn’t running on pure adrenaline he would have noticed the growing pain in his knee. Instead, he was working furiously to pick up and refile all of the papers that had gone flying. “I’m real sorrry about that.” Peter reiterated. The stress levels were high and he felt himself lean into those emotions. “Are you okay? Didn’t get like a --” He struggled to find the right word,” papercut or something?” He concluded. It was only after the words had left his mouth that he found he was looking for the word injury.” He clutched the papers that he had retrieved to himself, looking around at where the others had fallen. So much for a simple delivery.