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]

*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.*