20th September, 10 am. Prison cell.

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*Peter sits at his desk and stares at the courtyard outside, drumming his heels against the chair legs in a way that he hasn't really been bored enough to do since secondary school.  He's finished the paperwork along with his breakfast, drunk the potion, read and reread all the books and is now waiting for Dawn's shift to end so that he can investigate the wards again (she has a nasty habit of checking that he isn't doing anything he shouldn't, something that Lindsay is too trusting and the Tory too terrified to do).

He considers shape shifting again, but although with practice it's got easier, it's still very tiring and he doesn't like having the collar on display for anyone passing by the cell to see, so instead he sits at his desk, drumming his heels, and waiting.*

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*By this point Peter is practically climbing the walls with boredom, but Fowler is a wizard and Peter isn't familiar enough with his guarding style to risk interfering with the wards any further. Instead he grabs one of Campbell's diaries and starts adding corrections.*

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*Norman glances through the window again to check on the prisoner, and finds him absorbed in annotating some book. Norman should have thought to bring reading. Silly of him, really. This is more like waiting to be seen by the dentist than standing sentry duty in the army. No one would mind if he brought a book.*

*He sighs and goes to sit at the desk in the corridor. Dawn has left a biro and a copy of Tuesday's Order Paper behind. He flips it over and starts trying to think of all the words he can form from the letters in 'Urgent Question.*