The breakfast table, 18th Nov.

[therealpm]

*Peter wakes early, still bouyed up by the election results and heads downstairs for a cup of tea and a yoghurt. His phone buzzes as the kettle boils. An update from The Machine.

Sipping his tea slowly, he scrolls through the results and nearly spills it everywhere when he reaches The Machine's conclusions, which have been carefully bolded so he can't possibly miss them. A quick enquiry confirms that the results have been double, triple and quadruple checked- there is no uncertainty.

Grinning, he types out a text message.*


Text from 07### ######

John,

your presence is required. ASAP.

-Peter


*He sips his tea again, considering how to procede. A little background music wouldn't go amiss.*

Comments

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

Jemima, Uncle Peter has already extended his stay quite a lot. He's a very busy man and undoubtedly has a lot of very important things to get back to.

No, I don't think he can do everything from our house. He needs to get home at some point, if at least to get to sleep!

...No, Jemima, Uncle Peter can't sleep round tonight.

Yes, thank you Jemima I am more than aware of the number of times Uncle Peter has slept here before.

Yes, and where.

And with whom.

Jemima, Uncle Peter is not staying the night!

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*Potion bottled, Peter starts the washing up. It's relatively quick to do as he's taught Jemima the habit of washing up along the way. Once he's done that, he says his goodbyes to Sally quietly and slips out whilst John and Jemima continue to argue.

Freddie attacks his leg on the way out, claiming to have 'werewolfed' him, and he manages a smile as he carefully unlatches the boy from his calf. He makes sure Freddie is far enough away from the fireplace not to jump through, then steps in and leaves.*

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

-Fine! If it's that important to you, Jemima, he can stay!

Peter, what would you like for-

...Peter?

*Sally, unimpressed with John as ever, informs him that Peter has gone home and that he looked somewhat downcast as he left.*

...oh.

Well, I guess that settles that argument, then.

*Everyone in the kitchen gives John a Look.*

Oh very well...

*John gets his phone out to text Peter.*

Text from 078## ######

Peter,

If you would care to return for dinner we would all be very pleased to have you visit again.

-John

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Text from 07### ######

Automated reply: the owner of this phone has gone to sleep and will reply to you at a later date.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

*John sighs when he reads the reply.*

Uncle Peter will not be joining us for dinner.

*The rest of the family either look annoyed or sad.*

...I'll just go and get the take away menus.

*John goes to fetch the menus. When he's sure he's out of earshot, he calls Peter, not expecting to get through. As soon as it goes to voicemail, John hangs up. He tries again, and this time leaves a short apology and an invite to dinner the next night.*

*He then returns to kitchen with the take away menus, ready to order dinner.*

*Once they have eaten, John opens up a few news websites. One story in particular catches his eye.*

Text from 078## ######

Peter,

Congratulations on the new job.

-John

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*Peter considers not replying to maintain the illusion that he's genuinely gone to sleep. Still... it is rather gratifying.

...he'll reply in the morning.*