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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*After a brief and slightly tense exchange with Ms. Primarolo- their respective drifts to the left and right have given them some areas of political overlap, but the years have not made Red Dawn any more forgiving and she makes no effort to hide her skepticism that he can handle the job- Norman relieves her and ambles over to the cell.*

*He peers inside. The werewolf is sitting at his desk and staring out the window. Plotting his gaolers' grisly deaths, no doubt; Norman knows how Mandelson's mind works.*

Hullo, Mandelson. I can't say I'm entirely surprised to find you in a cell, but I wasn't expecting it to be this one.

11 a.m.

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*John arrives via the fireplace, reading through a stack of papers with a pen stuck behind one ear.*

Good morning, Peter!

*He looks up from his papers and spots Norman scrawling over a sheet of paper at the desk just outside Peter's room. From the number of doodles and lists of words, he's clearly been at it some time.*

Ah, Norman, so glad you could make it - I do hope Peter hasn't attempted to threaten or blackmail you too severely while you've been here. How have you been?

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*Norman comes wandering back with his arms full of books. He could levitate them, but between that and the invisibility spell he would need to accompany it the sorcery required would be more taxing than simply carrying them. He's envious at times of wizards like John and Mandelson who have so much power that they can afford to squander it on trifles, but then, the need to spend his magic with care has probably taught him to use it more wisely.*

John? I've brought the- John?

*The only person present appears to be the werewolf, and the wards still have that moth-eaten look along the bottom. Norman heaves a sigh and wishes it came as more of a surprise.*