Peter looked at the Owl that had delivered the letter to him.

It wasn't a howler at least. But... it still irked him that someone would ask him for a secret meeting that he didn't know. It wasn't one of his friends' handwritting, nor was it anyone else he knew.

Could that fox have sent it? She sent Pads and Moonie owls. But it doesn't seem ( Read more... )

Peter sits by the lake under a tree, in his lap is a book, by his side is a scroll with scribbled notes and a half eaten box of Bertie Botts. He had found the books in the nexus, and after talking to Remus, knew he needed to see exactly what had happened so he could try to stop it ( Read more... )

Peter entered the tavern and found a quiet table in the back to wait for Remus. He ordered a butterbeer while he waited.

Whatever had the kid pissed, he had a feeling it had to deal with him. Remus would tell him though he had a feeling he'd want to hide for a while afterwards.

Well the house elves have no problem with me staying in the ( Read more... )