*Peter stirs at the sound of the phone. He hadn't been napping, just... resting on the sofa when two dogs decided he needed to be cuddled at great length and he hadn't thought to move since. He gently shifts them out the way, pockets the phone and staggers his way to the kitchen.
His brother seems to keep very little in the way of potion supplies or bodily fluids. Awkward.*
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John,
expect me in ten minutes.
-Peter
*The only thing vaguely bloody is a packet of pork chops. Usually Peter would be able to use nearly any substance and have his magic make up the difference, but at the moment he needs all the assistance he can get.
He drags the packet out of the fridge, staggers back to the living room (trying not to alert Miles to his movements and nearly collapses in front of the fireplace. The dogs are far too interested in the chops- he tosses a toy down the hall. The noise will alert Miles but hopefully he'll be mostly finished by then.
Grabbing a chop, he daubs runes in bloody lard on the front of the mantlepiece and around the hearth. A quick scrabble for the matches on the mantlepiece later, and he has a small number of firelighters blazing in the grate. Miles has wandered through to the living room now- his xpression a mixture of disgust and horror.*
Keep the fire burning, Miles, I'm just popping round to see John. Oh, and don't touch the runes. Otherwise you might send half of me to Aberdeen and the other to Aberystwyth.
*He grins, and before Miles can get a word in edgewise, practically launches himself into the flames.*
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Re: 1st November 9 pm
Date: 2012-11-01 09:52 pm (UTC)His brother seems to keep very little in the way of potion supplies or bodily fluids. Awkward.*
Text from 07### ######
John,
expect me in ten minutes.
-Peter
*The only thing vaguely bloody is a packet of pork chops. Usually Peter would be able to use nearly any substance and have his magic make up the difference, but at the moment he needs all the assistance he can get.
He drags the packet out of the fridge, staggers back to the living room (trying not to alert Miles to his movements and nearly collapses in front of the fireplace. The dogs are far too interested in the chops- he tosses a toy down the hall. The noise will alert Miles but hopefully he'll be mostly finished by then.
Grabbing a chop, he daubs runes in bloody lard on the front of the mantlepiece and around the hearth. A quick scrabble for the matches on the mantlepiece later, and he has a small number of firelighters blazing in the grate. Miles has wandered through to the living room now- his xpression a mixture of disgust and horror.*
Keep the fire burning, Miles, I'm just popping round to see John. Oh, and don't touch the runes. Otherwise you might send half of me to Aberdeen and the other to Aberystwyth.
*He grins, and before Miles can get a word in edgewise, practically launches himself into the flames.*