[Peter finds himself at his usual table with the number nine special sitting in front of him. The corned beef sandwich made his stomach growl pleasantly as he bit into it, stuffing as much as he could into his mouth. It was his treat to himself, one he indulged in with great pleasure. The seat across from him is empty, waiting to be filled by any of his mates. He assumes that one of them will be along shortly. In the meantime, he'll see to polishing off the pile of chips left on his plate.]
M.I.A.V.I
Username: PPettig I know that it's hilarious, but seriously, the next person that pours my inkpot into the pockets of my jacket are going to be hexed. You have been warned.
Peter Pettigrew
[Peter finds himself at his usual table with the number nine special sitting in front of him. The corned beef sandwich made his stomach growl pleasantly as he bit into it, stuffing as much as he could into his mouth. It was his treat to himself, one he indulged in with great pleasure. The seat across from him is empty, waiting to be filled by any of his mates. He assumes that one of them will be along shortly. In the meantime, he'll see to polishing off the pile of chips left on his plate.]
M.I.A.V.I
Username: PPettig
I know that it's hilarious, but seriously, the next person that pours my inkpot into the pockets of my jacket are going to be hexed. You have been warned.