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therealpm*The first thing Peter does is to ring George, partly because he misses him, partly because he's overheard whispers of a reshuffle and if anyone's going to have inside info, it's going to be George. He still hasn't managed to crack the charms on the phone, but he moves the equations from the manuscript to campbell's book for safe keeping, reasoning that people were somewhat less likely to pick up and flick through the latter.
He ignores breakfast when it is brought. Magical binding or not, Peter has read that some werewolves are able to transform voluntarily and if that's the case, then it's a weapon he means to add to his currently meagre arsenal. He stares at his hands, trying to draw up the feeling of transformation. Are the hairs on the back of his hands a little longer? Perhaps not. He refocuses and tries again.
By lunch time, Peter's famished and in need of a nap. He's just about managed to get fur to grow, but his human self reasserts itself after about 5 seconds. He collapses into a chair and almost inhales the plate of food, ignoring Black Rod's disapproving glare. After lunch, he curls up on the bed and dozes off.*
He ignores breakfast when it is brought. Magical binding or not, Peter has read that some werewolves are able to transform voluntarily and if that's the case, then it's a weapon he means to add to his currently meagre arsenal. He stares at his hands, trying to draw up the feeling of transformation. Are the hairs on the back of his hands a little longer? Perhaps not. He refocuses and tries again.
By lunch time, Peter's famished and in need of a nap. He's just about managed to get fur to grow, but his human self reasserts itself after about 5 seconds. He collapses into a chair and almost inhales the plate of food, ignoring Black Rod's disapproving glare. After lunch, he curls up on the bed and dozes off.*
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Re: 6 PM
Date: 2012-09-04 06:59 pm (UTC)Re: 6 PM
Date: 2012-09-04 07:01 pm (UTC)Well, that's going to be very helpful on BIS paperwork indeed.
Re: 6 PM
Date: 2012-09-04 07:06 pm (UTC)You can explore your wild side later. Right now you need to change back so she can speak with you. If we leave the room for five minutes will you transform yourself and put some clothing on?
Re: 6 PM
Date: 2012-09-04 07:20 pm (UTC)The transformation back is tricky. Whereas before, it had been fluid, driven by anger at John and his confinement, now it is a case of methodically forcing each part of him to change in turn in a way that won't involve some vital organ being in two places at once or missing entirely. The difficulty is compounded by the relatively large part of him that just wants to curl up on a bed and go to sleep, rather than read a BIS brief.
It is very slow, very painful, and Peter can hear the two women returning before he's even had time to fully change his limbs back, let alone put any clothes on.
Snatching up a pair of trousers and a shirt, he dashes to the bathroom looking like a slightly predatory fawn- a strange mix of human and wolf. He manages to get the legs and arms straight after a few more minutes, but the eyes stay yellow, he's even hairier than usual (though he thinks the shirt should cover that) and he's too tired to make sure the teeth are quite short enough.
He checks his appearance in the mirror, smoothing down his hair, then steps out to greet the other two.*
Baroness D'Souza, Ms Swinson. Good evening.
Re: 6 PM
Date: 2012-09-04 07:27 pm (UTC)I could have done without seeing that particular naked bottom.
*She hurriedly recomposes her features as Peter returns.*
I have your BIS briefings and the confidentiality agreements, Peter. Would you like them now or shall I come back tomorrow? I don't have much time to go over them with you tonight but if you don't mind a working lunch tomorrow I could spare an hour then.
Re: 6 PM
Date: 2012-09-04 07:36 pm (UTC)*He hesitates, D'Souza is not even bothering to hide her smirk*
...them by lunch tomorrow.
*Peter looks at Frances curiously, but she turns her gaze to the ceiling, saying nothing. He accepts the briefings, passed one by one through the bars and thanks Jo.*
If that will be all for this evening, Ms Swinson, I would like to speak with my colleague. In private.
*He waits for Jo to leave before asking flatly.*
What is it?
Re: 6 PM
Date: 2012-09-04 07:39 pm (UTC)Re: 6 PM
Date: 2012-09-04 07:45 pm (UTC)Then I am sure she will be pleasant company during lunch tomorrow.
Re: 6 PM
Date: 2012-09-04 07:47 pm (UTC)Thank you for changing back so promptly.
Re: 6 PM
Date: 2012-09-04 07:52 pm (UTC)*It wasn't entirely true, but D'Souza seemed inclined to indulge Peter whenever John fouled up.*
Have DEFRA announced when they will be visiting?
Re: 6 PM
Date: 2012-09-04 07:58 pm (UTC)I assume John is their contact, since it's his name on their paperwork. I haven't had any word.
A word to the wise; when DEFRA visit, they are going to make certain... demands.
Re: 6 PM
Date: 2012-09-04 08:06 pm (UTC)Re: 6 PM
Date: 2012-09-04 08:12 pm (UTC)And the fact we all know you can break through his wards.John hasn't spoken to you about this either, has he.
Re: 6 PM
Date: 2012-09-04 08:15 pm (UTC)I cannot even coujure the smallest spark. I am warded in by the power of the Mace. What further restrictions can there conceivably be?
Re: 6 PM
Date: 2012-09-04 08:18 pm (UTC)*She eyes him sympathetically.*
I wasn't intending to leave that binding on you indefinitely. I know it's not terribly comfortable.
Re: 6 PM
Date: 2012-09-04 08:22 pm (UTC)*He pinches the bridge of his nose*
If you could remove it... it would be appreciated.
Re: 6 PM
Date: 2012-09-04 08:27 pm (UTC)Besides, I think we both know you're a flight risk.Re: 6 PM
Date: 2012-09-04 08:33 pm (UTC)If that is the extent of the restrictions they require, then I believe I have monopolised enough of your time and will return to reading the briefings before tomorrow.
Re: 6 PM
Date: 2012-09-04 08:44 pm (UTC)Goodnight, Peter.
*She leaves, hoping to hunt down Bercow and ask him what the hell he's playing at leaving Peter completely unguarded.*