Blizzard: Wednesday
After going to the Winchester to drop off the animals and make sure the girls would be alright in the cold, Peter took off toward Wednesday's. This wasn't exploring weather, even for a boy used to a winter's biting cold. No, this was stay curled up in a warm house and drink hot cocoa weather. And the wind was only getting worst.
He slipped through her yard and traps easily enough, though the armful of blankets did make him less stealthy than normal.
"Wednesday?" Peter called when he got to the door but then opened it without knocking. For all his changes, he was never going to be an especially polite or tactful boy.
"It's Peter. I brought blankets and stuff."
He slipped through her yard and traps easily enough, though the armful of blankets did make him less stealthy than normal.
"Wednesday?" Peter called when he got to the door but then opened it without knocking. For all his changes, he was never going to be an especially polite or tactful boy.
"It's Peter. I brought blankets and stuff."