5th October, 10 pm

[therealpm]

*Peter is startled out of his usual preparations for sleep by the over enthusiastic ringing of his phone. He rummages around through the papers on his desk, eyes lighting up at the number.*

George! How are you? It's lovely to be able to speak to you again, after so long as a-

Oh really, DEFRA contacted you already? That's very quick for a government department, I must say. Well it's good the paperwork is all finalised I sup-

Yes, George, I know. I did already tell you, several weeks ago.

*Peter blinks in surprise*

Well... the inability to touch silver and a tendency to grow fur during the full moon was a bit of a hint.

Well what else could it possibly have been?

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shout.

Look-

Don't be unkind, I'm still me.

I'm taking a potion for that, as you well know.

Well of course it's not risk free, but-

I see.

No, obviously you have to think of your family.

Right.

Fine.

George-

...

*The line goes dead. Peter replaces the phone on the desk and mechanically completes his preparations for bed. He won't give whoever's guarding him the satisfaction of having their suspicions confirmed. He won't.

Dropping onto the bed, he pulls the covers over his head and tries to cry quietly.*

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Re: Saturday 6th October 8 am

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

*John ceases scribbling and throws his pen down. He cannot thing of anything that would help. He's got to snap Peter out of this, but how? A distraction, perhaps? Something continuous. Background noise. A radio? Or a television...*

*A television might work.*

*John rolls up his sleeves and summons a television to hang on one of the walls. He adjusts the height and tilt slightly, so Peter should be able to watch it while in bed. He summons the remote as well, and checks that everything works, flicking through the channels.*

Re: Saturday 6th October 8 am

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*When's John's pen stops scratching at the paper, Peter experiences a brief flash of annoyance at the loss, but as it is soon replaced by the blare of a TV he simply fills his head with that instead. He does not watch it. The news is all about the economy and the upcoming Tory conference. Peter is scared of what he might see.*

Re: Saturday 6th October 8 am

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

A-ha!

*John is rather pleased with himself that he got it working - a combination of electricity and magic has never really been his strong point. He lets himself into Peter's cell.*

I know I said I'd leave you to it and get out of your way, but I thought you might want this.

*He places the remote control on the bed by Peter, then makes his way out of the cell and back to his desk. Hopefully that should cheer Peter up a bit.*

Re: Saturday 6th October 8 am

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*Peter ignores it, and John, completely. He lets the program, some sort of home renovation thing play, and the adverts, then the next one, and the next, and the one after that...

It is only when the news comes on at lunch time that he twists sharply to view the screen and turns the entire TV off. After so long with it blaring, the silence is eerie.*

Re: Saturday 6th October 8 am

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

*The noise of the television allows John to focus on work for a short while. The sudden shut off startles John.*

Oh, bored with television now? Very well. How about a walk - before or after lunch?

Re: Saturday 6th October 8 am

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*Peter does not answer, he merely continues to stare at a slightly different patch of wall than previously.*

Re: Saturday 6th October 8 am

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

*John looks at Peter's food bowl; the steak is still there. He sighs.*

Peter, you have to eat something.

Re: Saturday 6th October 8 am

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*Peter gives no indication that he's heard John.*

Re: Saturday 6th October 8 am

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

*John considers going into Peter cell, sitting next to him and just asking about what's got Peter in a mood, but he knows that won't work. Forcing him to speak isn't an option. The only thing to do is wait until Peter feels like talking, or at the very least doing something other than staring at a wall.*

*John sits outside Peter's cell until the next guard arrives. He instructs them to keep an eye on Peter's food intake. He says goodbye to Peter and leaves.*

Re: Saturday 6th October 8 am

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*Peter lays there, alternately staring at the wall in silence and dozing fitfully for the rest of the afternoon. He touches neither the lunch nor the dinner that are brought to him, although he does drink some water.*