Peter reviewed the Declaration of Independence and the US Constitution one more time before War Theory tomorrow.  And he'd tell you that it didn't mean the slightest bit more after meeting an American President, but he'd be lying.

After Criminal Justice that morning, Peter had run down to town to pick up food for lunch.  He was now ensconced under a particular tree, rereading the Declaration of Independence for War Theory and taking notes on it.  The Declaration.  Again.  Somehow he knew he was going to end up with another paper of some sort after Thursday's class.

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Peter had a lot to think about over the past week.  Student Council, fencing which included a good spar with Zuko and a horrible  argument - thankfully made up now -, ghost-hunting, the first test in government.  But he wasn't thinking.  He was reading the first book of King of the Bracelets that he'd gotten from the library after being shushed by ( Read more... )

Peter returned to his room after class and found some ibprofen to take before laying down with a wince.  It had been a long weekend and despite what he'd told Willow about being perfectly capable of taking care of himself, he quite possibly had been overdoing it and without adrenline or a real reason to ignore it, his ribs and chest definitely hurt ( Read more... )

Peter lay in his bunk, staring at the ceiling.  He was tired, but for the first time since coming to Fandom, he couldn't fall directly asleep.  He wasn't in the habit of examining his actions too terribly much, but his conversation with Susan had, as always, gotten him thinking.

He grinned with amusment at the current state of the prank war.  The ( Read more... )