2nd September, 7 am, Prison Cell

[therealpm]

*This time, Peter is awake for the transformation.  It's unpleasantly painful and as his human mind takes over again, he finds himself wishing mostly for sedatives.

His clothes are torn to shreds, again, but the blankets are warm and with a little shuffling, can be extended to form a human sized bed.  He glares at the basket in the corner.  His wolf form clearly wasn't impressed with it either as it's been thoroughly chewed.

There is a stange smell emanating from the region of the door, Peter ignores it.  The shower was installed far too late in the day for him to have a chance to wash the miscellaneous grime off yesterday evening, but it's looking very tempting now.

After completing his ablutions, Peter sets the fire in the grate burning again, looking slightly askance at the chicken leg, and curls up under the covers once more.  It's slightly more comfortable than yesterday and his limbs are less painful, but the sunlight coming through the bare windows makes it difficult for him to drift off to sleep.*

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8 a.m.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

*John arrives. Under one are he has a stack of paperwork. Under the other he has a large, fresh towel and clothes. In his hands he carries a large tray of food (mostly meat).*

Good morning, Peter.

*John wrinkles his nose at the smell and the ruined bed but says nothing. Instead, he puts the food down on the floor, rearranges the rest of the stuff he is carrying and summons a table and chairs. He then puts the food and cutlery on the table, next to the clothes and paperwork.*

When you're ready, we really do have some urgent paperwork that needs doing.

Re: 8 a.m.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*Peter pokes his head above the blankets and glares, indicating with a twirling motion that John should turn around. He then makes it from the bed to the bathroom, picking up the clothes along the way, with an alacrity some would deem surprising for his age. Once dressed, he pokes his head out. John is still patiently facing th door and Peter wonders how long he would stand facing there if necessary. He decides not to push it.

Sitting down with a fork in one hand and some paperwork in the other, he frowns. 'Owner', indeed. He sees that line has carefully been left blank and scans the rest of the document whilst devouring three sausages and half a packet of bacon.*

Re: 8 a.m.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

*John takes the other seat.*

We need to decide who is going to be your...

It's essentially power of attorney but the terminology is... different.

Technically, someone has to 'claim' you, but you should be given a choice. As it says, your... the person cannot be a relative or a partner.

*There is a pause.*

Do you... do you have a preference?

Re: 8 a.m.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

'Owner', John. I believe the correct legal term is 'owner'.

*He pauses and considers*

Define 'partner'.

Re: 8 a.m.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

Spouse. Other-half. Significant other.

In your case, Osborne.

9.05 a.m.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

*John rushes out of the fireplace*

Peter, Frances has asked to discuss the situation with you before she'll agree to being your ow- guardian.

She'll be here shortly.

Re: 9.05 a.m.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*Peter looks up from where he'd been idly tracing patterns on the phone's screen.*

Very well.

...

...Is there any more news of the two that were injured?

Re: 9.05 a.m.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

Not yet, as far as I can tell. Nothing in the papers or the BBC.

9:15 AM

[dasouzzle.livejournal.com]

*Frances arrives. She notices the smell but shows no visible reaction; she's smelled far worse things, though not for some time. She is a little startled to see Peter- John might have warned her!- but that just elicits a raised eyebrow.*

Hello, Lord Mandelson. I'm sorry we have to meet under such unfortunate circumstances.

Re: 9:15 AM

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Good morning, Baroness D'Souza.

Re: 9:15 AM

[dasouzzle.livejournal.com]

John says you'd like me to become your guardian.

I'm willing, but I want you make sure you fully understand the legal situation.

Re: 9:15 AM

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

...oh did he? I confess I am puzzled by how indicating that you should be done the courtesy of being informed of matters as they stand, morphed into expressing a personal preference, but I am sure John will explain as much in his own time. Perhaps he misheard.

As far as I understand it, since Straw's reforms came into effect, I have no rights.

*He crosses his arms and stares at her.*

The owner is responsible for all damage incurred by the werewolf and the werewolf may be put down at any time if it is deemed a risk to public safety, have I got that right?

[msdeputyspeaker.livejournal.com]

*Dawn arrives. Her arms are loaded down with bags and she is relieved to see that the door to the cell is open and John has already summoned a table. She brushes past Peter and Frances and dumps all the bags on the table.*

Good morning, Peter. I've brought you some books and food.

Good morning, Frances.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*Peter keeps his gaze fixed on Frances.*

Good morning, Dawn.

[msdeputyspeaker.livejournal.com]

*Dawn notices the atmosphere in the cell.*

Well, then, I'll just leave you to it. If you need more food, Peter, let me know. Bye.

*Dawn leaves. It's time to get some answers about the deputy speakers' role in all of this. Are they responsible for guard duty? How busy is John going to be? And just where is Nigel?*

[thetwitterqueen.livejournal.com]

*Sally arrives outside the cell, rather out of breath, with Jack, Fiona Millar, and Alastair Campbell in tow, after some adventures on the way down.*

Hello the house! How is Peter doing? I've brought him company.

[bigalcampbell.livejournal.com]

*Alastair follows Sally and Fiona, struggling slightly with both meat basket and bulging suitcase.*

We come bearing gifts and a dog.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

*John spins round, still on the phone to Osborne*

Oh for Merlin's-

GO AWAY!

*Into the phone*

No, not you...

[thetwitterqueen.livejournal.com]

Well, aren't you pleasant, John.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*Peter sits up, guided by Frances*

Here, Jack.

*Jack takes one look at him and sprints the legth of the corridor, yelping*

[furiously-fiona.livejournal.com]

Peter! You look terrible.

We brought you your clothes. And dog. *She looks over her shoulder at the white brush of Jack's disappearing tail.* I'll go get him.

7.30 p.m.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

*Campbell, Millar et al have left and Dawn's shift has ended. With sunset approaching fast, John and Frances clear the room on all object that the wolf could be hurt by - including the gifts brought to him.*

*While Frances searches through the luggage and gifts to make sure nothing contraband was hidden inside (and laughing at the rose patterned briefs Fiona had brought for him), John cleans out the room.*

*Peter, meanwhile, is searching for the forms.*

Calm down, Peter. Everything is sorted.

Just try and relax.

Re: 7.30 p.m.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

But what about the forms, for DEFRA? You said they had to be filled in and sent off today.

*He narrows his eyes at John, hoping he doesn't use any summoning charms to pick up the smaller objects- Peter had, with Alastair's assistance, hidden the blackberry on top of the bars in the chimney where he hopes it will be beyond detection.*

Re: 7.30 p.m.

[dasouzzle.livejournal.com]

*Dawn's shift gave Frances a chance to go home and make herself a cup of tea and putter around in the garden for a bit, a rest she sorely needed after the chaos of the morning. It's been a long time since she had to deal with a medical emergency without assistance, and while John assumed Peter's guardianship in the end the possibility that it might have been her has nagged at her all day. That's a power that she wouldn't want to have over anyone, not even one of her most annoying members.*

*So she is not, perhaps, as thorough as she might have been in searching Peter's luggage. She raises her eyebrows at the denim shirt, examines the cufflinks and decides they're not sharp enough to be a threat, and satisfies herself that the toiletry bag does not contain anything that could be used as a weapon.*

*She does not think to scan the room for anything that might have been removed and hidden.*

I suppose we'll have to wait to see if you transform before we provide you with a bed.

Re: 7.30 p.m.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

Yes, good idea.

*John casts a final cleaning charm - to remove the smell that has been hanging around all day - and a tidying charm to pick up the bits of rubbish that had collected through the day.*

*As well as scraps jumping into the bin outside the door, a mobile phone bounces off the stonework inside of the chimney and into John's hand. It's mostly broken, but the light at the top indicates the power's on at least.*

*John thinks about lecturing Peter, but the possibility of a very annoyed wolf on his hands deters him. Instead, John tries to glare at Peter as the two Speakers exit the cell and lock the door.*

Not long now...