Week 8 topic - If you could pick anyone from history to have dinner with, who would it be and why?
Remus, Sirius, Peter and James play a game to decide whose turn it is to raid the kitchens...
"I went to dinner with Voldemort and we ate a nice roast dinner." Sirius licked his lips as he sat down heavily on Remus' bed.
"Hungry are you?" Remus moved his feet out of the way as Sirius edged further onto the bed.
Peter looked up from where he was sprawled on the floor. "I went to dinner with Voldemort and we ate a nice roast dinner, and strawberry ice cream." He returned to copying his History of Magic homework from James' scroll.
"I could do with a nice roast dinner, since you ask." Sirius' eyes roamed around restlessly. "Or whatever the loser can get out of the house elves really, I'm not that fussy."
"Something sweet. Too cold for ice cream though." Remus looked over at James. "Your turn."
James rolled over on his bed and rested on his elbows. "I went to dinner with Voldemort and we ate a nice roast dinner, strawberry ice cream and jellied eels."
The other three all stared at him.
"Well, I like them." He shrugged.
"I went to dinner with Voldemort and we ate a nice roast dinner, strawberry ice cream, jellied eels and some… cauldron cakes."
"You, Mr Moony, have a terrible sweet tooth. Aha! Chocolate will do for now." Sirius snatched Remus' bar of Honeydukes' from its hiding place under his potions book.
"So that's what you came over here for."
"No, I just couldn't stand being so far away from you, petal." Sirius landed a slobbery kiss on Remus' cheek.
"Sirius!" Remus wiped his face in disgust. "You're such a dog."
"Woof."
"It's your turn, Sirius." Peter said sharply.
"I went to dinner with Voldemort and we ate a nice roast dinner, strawberry ice cream, jellied eels, cauldron cakes and steak and kidney pie." Sirius broke off a large piece of chocolate and shoved it in his mouth happily.
"I went to dinner with Voldemort and we ate," Peter counted them off on his fingers, "A nice roast dinner, strawberry ice cream… jellied eels, cauldron cakes, steak and kidney pie and…chocolate frogs."
James rolled his eyes. "You always choose the same things, Peter." He thought for a moment. "I went to dinner with Voldemort and we ate a nice roast dinner, strawberry ice cream, jellied eels, cauldron cakes, steak and kidney pie, chocolate frogs and diced hippogriff in red wine."
Remus groaned. "I'm going to forget that one, I know it. And it's too cold tonight, I don't want to go to the kitchen." He took a deep breath. "I went to dinner with Voldemort and we ate a nice roast dinner, strawberry ice cream, jellied eels, cauldron cakes, steak and kidney pie, chocolate frogs… diced hippogriff in red wine and lemon drops."
"You get worse." Sirius pulled the other end of the blanket Remus was tucked under over himself.
"Just wanted one I could remember." Remus nibbled at a chunk of chocolate, savouring it.
"Your turn again Sirius, if you're still playing." Peter's voice was a little strained as he tried to concentrate on his homework as well as the game.
Sirius raised his eyebrows at the remark. Remus shrugged and shivered under his blanket, then saw the look in Sirius' eye. Oh dear.
"I went to dinner with Voldemort and we ate a nice roast dinner, strawberry ice cream, jellied eels, cauldron cakes, steak and kidney pie, chocolate frogs, diced hippogriff in red wine, lemon drops and a big, juicy rat." He grinned slyly at Peter, whose quill hand froze.
James laughed and reached down to ruffle Peter's hair. "You won't forget that one!"
"Sirius, don't be mean." Remus' voice was low, but he kicked Sirius hard under the blanket.
"What? I bet he does eat rats. I hope so anyway, there are plenty to go around, more than there are steak and kidney pies." He smacked his lips.
"You finish the game." Peter struggled to his feet, legs cramped from the floor. "I'll do the kitchen run."
"Oh play properly, don't let Padfoot trick you into giving in." James sat up, grinning at Sirius nonetheless.
"You've all made me feel hungry anyway." Peter shrugged, took the invisibility cloak from James' trunk and headed out for the kitchens. Remus groaned then reluctantly slipped out and ran after him, leaving Sirius bemused under a pile of blankets.
- - - - -
Peter didn't often feel hungry any more. Preparing the Dark Lord's food had been unpleasant enough when it involved milking Nagini - after all, getting so close to something that looked at you as if you were lunch was never a fun prospect. Even now he was restored to power, the Dark Lord insisted on only Peter preparing his food. He would have objected, but it did mean he was able to prepare his own food too - he had about as much faith in the other Death Eaters as his Lord clearly did.
It was about his only source of pride. He suspected the Dark Lord knew this; he always knew too much. But Peter knew things too, and he never so much as flinched when his Lord demanded his favourite live food to eat, with that malicious gleam in his eye that was so familiar.
But he did wonder sometimes what Sirius would say if he knew.
Muse: Peter Pettigrew
Fandom: Harry Potter
Words: 878
"I went to dinner with Voldemort and we ate a nice roast dinner." Sirius licked his lips as he sat down heavily on Remus' bed.
"Hungry are you?" Remus moved his feet out of the way as Sirius edged further onto the bed.
Peter looked up from where he was sprawled on the floor. "I went to dinner with Voldemort and we ate a nice roast dinner, and strawberry ice cream." He returned to copying his History of Magic homework from James' scroll.
"I could do with a nice roast dinner, since you ask." Sirius' eyes roamed around restlessly. "Or whatever the loser can get out of the house elves really, I'm not that fussy."
"Something sweet. Too cold for ice cream though." Remus looked over at James. "Your turn."
James rolled over on his bed and rested on his elbows. "I went to dinner with Voldemort and we ate a nice roast dinner, strawberry ice cream and jellied eels."
The other three all stared at him.
"Well, I like them." He shrugged.
"I went to dinner with Voldemort and we ate a nice roast dinner, strawberry ice cream, jellied eels and some… cauldron cakes."
"You, Mr Moony, have a terrible sweet tooth. Aha! Chocolate will do for now." Sirius snatched Remus' bar of Honeydukes' from its hiding place under his potions book.
"So that's what you came over here for."
"No, I just couldn't stand being so far away from you, petal." Sirius landed a slobbery kiss on Remus' cheek.
"Sirius!" Remus wiped his face in disgust. "You're such a dog."
"Woof."
"It's your turn, Sirius." Peter said sharply.
"I went to dinner with Voldemort and we ate a nice roast dinner, strawberry ice cream, jellied eels, cauldron cakes and steak and kidney pie." Sirius broke off a large piece of chocolate and shoved it in his mouth happily.
"I went to dinner with Voldemort and we ate," Peter counted them off on his fingers, "A nice roast dinner, strawberry ice cream… jellied eels, cauldron cakes, steak and kidney pie and…chocolate frogs."
James rolled his eyes. "You always choose the same things, Peter." He thought for a moment. "I went to dinner with Voldemort and we ate a nice roast dinner, strawberry ice cream, jellied eels, cauldron cakes, steak and kidney pie, chocolate frogs and diced hippogriff in red wine."
Remus groaned. "I'm going to forget that one, I know it. And it's too cold tonight, I don't want to go to the kitchen." He took a deep breath. "I went to dinner with Voldemort and we ate a nice roast dinner, strawberry ice cream, jellied eels, cauldron cakes, steak and kidney pie, chocolate frogs… diced hippogriff in red wine and lemon drops."
"You get worse." Sirius pulled the other end of the blanket Remus was tucked under over himself.
"Just wanted one I could remember." Remus nibbled at a chunk of chocolate, savouring it.
"Your turn again Sirius, if you're still playing." Peter's voice was a little strained as he tried to concentrate on his homework as well as the game.
Sirius raised his eyebrows at the remark. Remus shrugged and shivered under his blanket, then saw the look in Sirius' eye. Oh dear.
"I went to dinner with Voldemort and we ate a nice roast dinner, strawberry ice cream, jellied eels, cauldron cakes, steak and kidney pie, chocolate frogs, diced hippogriff in red wine, lemon drops and a big, juicy rat." He grinned slyly at Peter, whose quill hand froze.
James laughed and reached down to ruffle Peter's hair. "You won't forget that one!"
"Sirius, don't be mean." Remus' voice was low, but he kicked Sirius hard under the blanket.
"What? I bet he does eat rats. I hope so anyway, there are plenty to go around, more than there are steak and kidney pies." He smacked his lips.
"You finish the game." Peter struggled to his feet, legs cramped from the floor. "I'll do the kitchen run."
"Oh play properly, don't let Padfoot trick you into giving in." James sat up, grinning at Sirius nonetheless.
"You've all made me feel hungry anyway." Peter shrugged, took the invisibility cloak from James' trunk and headed out for the kitchens. Remus groaned then reluctantly slipped out and ran after him, leaving Sirius bemused under a pile of blankets.
- - - - -
Peter didn't often feel hungry any more. Preparing the Dark Lord's food had been unpleasant enough when it involved milking Nagini - after all, getting so close to something that looked at you as if you were lunch was never a fun prospect. Even now he was restored to power, the Dark Lord insisted on only Peter preparing his food. He would have objected, but it did mean he was able to prepare his own food too - he had about as much faith in the other Death Eaters as his Lord clearly did.
It was about his only source of pride. He suspected the Dark Lord knew this; he always knew too much. But Peter knew things too, and he never so much as flinched when his Lord demanded his favourite live food to eat, with that malicious gleam in his eye that was so familiar.
But he did wonder sometimes what Sirius would say if he knew.
Muse: Peter Pettigrew
Fandom: Harry Potter
Words: 878