Who: Peter & @gidexnprewxtt When: February 29, 1980 Where: The Leaky Cauldron
A pint of firewhiskey in front of him.
Peter’s hands curled around the mug with a sense of hesitation. There were a few instances in his life where he felt inclined to buy a drink. He had offered to buy one for Gideon as well. Partially for the company, but also because he felt like he wanted to talk to someone. Perhaps not come clean about what happened back at the castle, but talk in vague terms about it all. Thank you, he motioned toward the barkeep. Peter brought the heavy mug to his lips and took a deep sip. “So how did it go ?” He asked, looking over at Gideon.
It still unnerved him sometimes to try to tell the difference between the two Prewett’s. He knew that they couldn’t help being twins but it did often confuse him. He ran a hand through his hair, looking around the room. It was pretty barren today. Which made sense for the time that they had arrived here, it was nearly the middle of the day. After this Peter was set to visit Sirius at St. Mungo’s and somehow hide his shame there. He leaned back onto the chair that he was in and allowed the ambient noise to soothe his worried mind. Peter looked over at the other man, “Settling with the news of Moody and everything ?”
Peter had a habit of doing that. Unfurling thoughts as they were punctuated with questions. It was as if he was unwilling to commit to saying a full sentence in the first place. Perhaps because he already knew some of the answers to the things he was inquiring about. Because this seemed more like a force of habit for some instances than true conversation. “I know that Sirius . . .” He trailed off, biting his lower lip. “Well, I plan to visit him next.”