27th September, 8am. Prison Cell.

[therealpm]

*Peter paces the cell.  His legs ache from yesterday, but unlike his human form, his wolf form seems more inclined to walk it off rather than curl up in bed.

John had tried the dog food again this morning, and was once again rebuffed until he caved and brought down two packets of sausages, the potion and a bowl of fresh water.  Peter had tried to follow him out the door, whining that this cell was far too small for an adult wolf, but John clearly hadn't been paying attention as he'd nearly closed the damn thing on Peter's nose, leaving Peter to scratch forlornly at the wooden surface.*

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[lord-fowler.livejournal.com]

Oh, very well, then. Although I'm not sure how you'll turn the pages.

*He rolls the paper up again and pushes it through to Mandelson.*

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*Using his front paws, he unrolls the paper carefully and reads the front page. Turning pages requires a little more balance, but after a few stumbles he manages without tearing the page or hitting his nose on the floor.*