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*He's almost finished setting up the hex for tomorrow (Frances is persistent, a simple phone block will not be enough), when he remembers the still rather pitiable state of his wards.*

Hmmmm.

*He finishes the spell, then dashes off a quick text.*


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

John,

change of plan. Coming over this evening. Prepare the spare bedroom.

-Peter


*He's pretty certain John still feels enough residual guilt to maintain the apartment's wards against an angry Frances.*
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Date: 2012-12-05 08:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bamfbercow.livejournal.com
*John is... "busy" with Sally when his phone goes off.*

Oh for goodness...

Sally, it might be important.

*Disgruntled, John stops what he's doing and picks up the text. He sighs.*

Sally, it appears that Peter is coming round in a short-

...No, Sally, not to join us. Why on earth would you even think of suggesting that?

Certainly not! How could you begin to image-

No, Sally! Sally, this is not the time for this argument.

*John gets up out of bed, texts a quick reply then goes to make himself look presentable.*

Text from 078## ######

Peter,

I suppose I have no choice in this matter? Be aware it is a most inconvenient time but I am accommodating you nonetheless.

-John

(no subject)

Date: 2012-12-05 08:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] therealpm.livejournal.com
Text from 07### ######

John.

no. I'm in your living room.

-Peter

(no subject)

Date: 2012-12-05 08:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bamfbercow.livejournal.com
...He's in the living room. I really need to sort out those wards sooner rather than later.

*John makes his way downstairs when he's sorted.*

Tea, Peter?

(no subject)

Date: 2012-12-05 08:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] therealpm.livejournal.com
*Peter has already wrapped himself up in a blanket and is cuddled up on the sofa with Jack, his overnight bag tucked neatly under the coffee table.*

Yes please.

*He fidgets a bit*

You really ought to see to those wards at some point.

(no subject)

Date: 2012-12-05 08:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bamfbercow.livejournal.com
...do you know, Peter, I had already come to that conclusion myself some minutes ago?

*John fetches tea and biscuits (and sorts out some water and food for Jack, just in case) then takes the tray back through.*

To what do we owe the pleasure of your company tonight, Peter?

(no subject)

Date: 2012-12-05 08:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] therealpm.livejournal.com
*Peter sniffs, curious, then frowns- a ghost of a memory surfacing from a few months ago. He dispels it with a quick shake of his head.*

Do I need an excuse to visit?

(no subject)

Date: 2012-12-05 08:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bamfbercow.livejournal.com
Yes, particularly when you interrupt...

I suppose not, but that doesn't mean there isn't one.

*John sips at his tea.*

(no subject)

Date: 2012-12-05 08:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] therealpm.livejournal.com
True. I was mostly just testing your wards. Did you know there's a rather large hole by the north-east windows?

*He gestures helpfully.*

Not even a weak spot, simply a hole. With no magical protection at all.

(no subject)

Date: 2012-12-05 09:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bamfbercow.livejournal.com
*John rolls his eyes and tries to control his temper.*

Thank you, Peter. I shall see to it tomorrow.

I am rather tired at the moment.

Sally, stop sniggering.

(no subject)

Date: 2012-12-05 09:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] therealpm.livejournal.com
Oh.

*Peter looks worried and chews his lip.*

It's... well it's not very safe, is it?

*He notices John's expression growing stormier and holds up both hands.*

Just.... if you wanted a hand. That's all.
Edited Date: 2012-12-05 09:08 pm (UTC)

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Date: 2012-12-05 09:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bamfbercow.livejournal.com
*At Peter's last comment Sally starts outright laughing, then wanders off to calm down. John simply sighs, puts his tea down and gets to work on the wards.*

Are there any other gaps of which I should be made aware?

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Date: 2012-12-05 09:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] therealpm.livejournal.com
*They spend the next hour or so stitching together and reinforcing the wards until Peter is satisfied that he'll be safe tomorrow and John's eyelids are beginning to droop.

Peter gives the flat one last scan, then nods decisively.*

Finished.

(no subject)

Date: 2012-12-05 09:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bamfbercow.livejournal.com
Marvelous.

May I go back to bed now?

(no subject)

Date: 2012-12-05 09:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] therealpm.livejournal.com
*Peter blinks as what John says combines with the vague memory of a smell from earlier to give him a rather firm idea of what exactly it was he interrupted.*

I...yes.


Good night.

(no subject)

Date: 2012-12-05 09:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bamfbercow.livejournal.com
I'm sure you know where everything is by now. The spare room is set up if you'd rather not sleep on the sofa.

*John leaves to go back to bed, too tired and annoyed to fully appreciate Peter's uncomfortable embarrassment.*

(no subject)

Date: 2012-12-05 09:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] therealpm.livejournal.com
....

*Peter heads off to the spare bedroom, trying not to think of what this revelation means for the sly smiles and other gestures Sally had been making earlier. He doesn't sleep well.*

(no subject)

Date: 2012-12-06 09:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bamfbercow.livejournal.com
*At 7.30 am, John knocks on the spare bedroom door.*

Peter, I'm making breakfast. Hurry up and get to the kitchen before Oliver eats all the toast!

*John walks away back to the kitchen, tea mug in hand, whistling to himself cheerily.*

(no subject)

Date: 2012-12-06 10:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] therealpm.livejournal.com
*Peter stirs into wakefulness, confused. It's 7:30. Normally he's been awake by this point for at least an hour.

He checks his phone: no messages, and grins. The blocking (and presumably the hex) worked then.

Feeling somewhat cheerier, he gets dressed and heads off to the kitchen.*

(no subject)

Date: 2012-12-06 10:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bamfbercow.livejournal.com
*By the time Peter makes it to the kitchen, John is wearing a crown made for him by the children, the words "Politician of the Year" ('politician' spelled wrong and with a backwards 'c') scrawled on the front. John is busy cooking bacon and eggs, but still manages to magically pass Peter his tea as he comes through the door.*

Good morning, Peter! Did you sleep well?

(no subject)

Date: 2012-12-06 10:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] therealpm.livejournal.com
*Peter frowns. Dreams are generally the brain attempting to process the events of the day, and as those events had included some rather odd signals from Sally, his dreams had been worrying and weird.*

...moderately.


*He sips his tea, trying to blink back some of the images.*

(no subject)

Date: 2012-12-06 10:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bamfbercow.livejournal.com
Marvelous!

*John finishes making breakfast and sets it all out on the table. They all dig in to eat.*

(no subject)

Date: 2012-12-06 10:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] therealpm.livejournal.com
*Peter tugs the crown off John's head and peers at the lettering. He looks baffled.*

...whatever for?

(no subject)

Date: 2012-12-06 10:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bamfbercow.livejournal.com
*John snatches the crown back and carefully puts it back on his head before replying.*

The Political Studies Association awarded me their "Politician of the Year" prize. The children were rather proud and so made this delightful crown for me.

(no subject)

Date: 2012-12-06 10:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] therealpm.livejournal.com
I see...

...well.

*Peter carefully opens a yoghurt.*

No accounting for taste.

(no subject)

Date: 2012-12-06 10:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bamfbercow.livejournal.com
*John throws the final corner of his toast at Peter.*

Oh do be quiet. As Oliver will tell you, if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all.
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