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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[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

*John tries to assess the situation. on the one hand, Peter doesn't seem to be in an aggressive mood and the children appear safe. On the other, he's hardly acting like Peter (unless Peter always has a blissed-out expression on his face when someone scratches behind his ears, but John has never tried, so doesn't know)... could it be a ruse to fool the children? Has the wolf taken over again? Better to be safe than sorry...*

Come on children, back upstairs, I have to take Benji back now.

Back where, did you say Freddie? Back to his home.

I'm looking after him while his owners are away, that's why, Freddie.

...a good question. If his owners are away, why am I taking him home? Well, the answer to that is... we... it's because...

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*The children pause their scritching behind his ears to argue with their father, and Peter turns his head to grin smugly at John's inability to manufacture a convincing story.

Tell me, how low is the bar to becoming a Tory MP?

His smug internal commentary is cut off by Jemima's determined assault on the bit just at the junction between his jawbone and his neck. Freddie, perhaps worried that the petting zoo will be closed soon, renews stroking the bit behind Peter's ears, and much as Peter tries to follow the thread of John's stuttering explanations in order to mock him later, he finds it very difficult to contain the urge to close his eyes, lean in to the scritchings and let his tail wag furiously.*

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

Because... because...

Because that is the arrangement I and his owner came to.

Now, don't you have homework to do, children? I thought to! Go on, get back to it.

Hmm? Will you get to see Benji again?

*John looks at Peter's reaction to being fussed. He's nearly falling over he's so relaxed.*

I cannot promise anything, and of course I will have to speak to your mother, but I don't see why not.

But that will only remain the case if you get all your homework done.

*The children rush off, betting that whoever finishes their work first gets to pet the dog first too. Only when they're safely inside does John return his attention to Peter.*

I think that's enough excitement for one day, don't you - Benji?

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*Whining, he tugs at the lead, trying to follow them, putting a paw against the door when he is tugged back.

I cannot believe you've been foolish enough to do that twice, one might almost think it was intentional... if they had a vastly optimistic perception of your abilities, anyway.

He drops his head and follows John back through the carpark and corridors to his cell, nudging the food bowl with a paw when he gets there.*

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

Hungry again, are we?

Oh very well, and since you behaved in front of the children...

*John heads off back to the flat. He returns a short while later with a tray of meat - chicken, sausages, bacon, a few burgers and more. He puts the tray on the ground for Peter.*

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*John removes the muzzle and Peter's tail wags...

I'm really going to have to get that under control, it's becoming embarrassing.

...as he wolfs down the food. Eventually the tray is empty and he laps up the remaining water in his bowl.

John has apparently stayed to watch, which Peter finds a little intrusive, but no matter. Now fed and watered, he takes the corner of John's jacket in his teeth and tries to gently tug him towards the door.*

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

*John looks down at the wolf tugging him towards the door.*

*He raises an eyebrow*

You want to be left alone, do you? Well I do have rather a lot of work to catch up on, it must be said.

Goodbye, then, Peter. I shall visit later, no doubt!

*John makes his way out of the cell, nudging Peter back so he doesn't get hurt by the wards.*

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*No, you stupid man, I want to get out of this cell again.

Peter whines and pushes forward until his nose is almost touching the wards, putting his body in the way of John's attempts to shut the door.*

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

Wha- What are you-

...you're not permitted to come with me, Peter!

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*Peter sits on his haunches and whines.*

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

No, Peter!

*John pushes the wolf backwards and slams the door shut quickly. He ignores Peter's whining and returns to his work.*