8 pm, 11th September, Prison Cell

[therealpm]

*Peter works steadily thoughout the day.  His meeting with Jo is moderately productive, although he's slightly worried when she tells him Bryant has been snooping around.  He doesn't have enough magic to maintain a detailed glamour for more than a few minutes, but transformed he should be unidentifiable.

He therefore spends the afternoon under the blankets of his bed, attempting to practice the transition and make it as rapid and fluid as possible.  To his surprise, it is far harder for him to locate and draw up the wolf's form than it had been a few days ago.  He eventually manages to switch back and forth, but the effort drains him far more than it should and he drops off to sleep soon after.*

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[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*Peter turns his head and gives Nigel a cool stare. He allows his eyes to turn yellow, for a moment, although if questioned he would point out that wolves can see better in the dark.*

Did you have a point, you wished to make?

[ribble-mp.livejournal.com]

*Oh God his eyes are yellow now. Nigel edges back behind Paddy.*

Just that- there's no need to be so confrontational.

[paddythebamf.livejournal.com]

*Paddy wonders whether this is a conversation he should get involved in, but reflects that it'll only make things worse for Nigel once he leaves. Like his party, he won't have a Lib Dem shield forever, and unlike his party the sooner he gets his act together, the better things will be in the long run.*

*He does however give Peter his best disapproving look.*

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*Peter speaks slowly, lips drawn back in a clearly insincere smile that nevertheless bares his teeth.*

How terribly interesting, do go on.

*When Nigel seems unable to reply beyond opening and closing his mouth like a landed fish, Peter turns back to Paddy, pointedly ignoring the Tory.*