Peter Pettigrew (misterwormtail) wrote in valesco,
@ 2008-02-18 18:39:00

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Dex
"All you've got to do is laugh at her jokes and like...talk!"

Peter repated this to himself in his best mocking 'James Potter' voice, pacing around his apartment as he ran his hands back and forth through his hair, trying to get himself to calm down enough. He had already ordered the food he would be taking to Dexter's place, and he was jsut waiting it to get to him before he coukld bring it to her. He had ordered Italian food, being that it was the first menu he had picked up, but because he didn't know what she liked, he had basically ordered pasta of different sorts with almost every sauce that was available. Alfredo, Vodka Sauce, Tomato, Marinara, etc. She said she was good with basically everything, but he just wasn't sure, so he wanted to be safe.

"Maybe I should just tell her I'm sick...like, I just came down with a sudden virus...aaah, no then they wouldn't ever let me live it down, and then I'd feel bad and I'd probably wind up running into her all the time, and-"

Oh, Peter was SO glad that there was a knock on the door, because he probably would have kept talking to himself. It wasn't like he always walked around having full conversations with well, him, but he did when he was nervous. And damn it, right now he was nervous.

Opening the door, he took the many many bags that the man had brought and paid him before he brought everything inside, taking out the food. He charmed one bag so it would hold everything, and made it weigh less so he could lift it and not look like he was really really weak...and also, so the bag wouldn't break. Of course.

Peter swallowed before he ran into the bathroom, fixing his hair and his shirt before he grabbed his wand that was on the table, and the bag ( he was almost sure he was going to forget it at home ) before he apparated to the front of Dexter's building. Oh, it looked really big from where he was standing. Maybe it was just his imagination, like the building was something huge and intimidating because his situation right now was huge and intimidating. Maybe. Then again Peter wasn't a very tall or large guy, so it could just be his perspective. Anyway.

Stepping to the door, he paused for about 5 minutes before he got up the nerve to push the buzzer. The noise made his stomach twist, now even more nervous than he was before. Honestly, you'd think he would be braver than this, being a Gryffindor and all. But he just wasn't used to girls paying any attention to him. Being surrounded by Remus, James, and Sirius, kind of deflated a guys ego.

Hearing the door unlock, he froze, but then opened the door and climbed up to the second floor, fixing his hair once again, almost tripping up the last step because he wasn't paying attention. Brows furrowed as he looked behind him, as though something was there that had tripped him, but no. No there wasn't. He was just a clutz. He sighed and turned around, stepping towards Dexter's door, taking another few seconds that felt like hours just to raise his hand and knock on the door.

Here we go.

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dextered
2008-02-19 07:14 am UTC (link)

"They are pretty gross. They're like large slugs only with like acid-like slime and they set stuff on fire a lot, but only when they're angry. Which they are a lot of the time because everything is constantly catching alight," Dex made a wild gesture with her empty fork, indicating the entire kitchen before spearing a tomato and getting a few pieces of pasta on it and taking a bite. She didn't really like telling a lot of stories anymore, about her travels, but Peter wasn't going to think she was showing off, right? He didn't seem like that kind of guy.

Dex used to love to tell stories about her family and what they did over the summers, it made her feel good and smarter than just some silly Hufflepuff blonde girl, but generally unless she was making a point, now she didn't just spout off about it. "Um, yeah. I mean, my dad and mum pretty much took us everywhere. My dad's a naturalist and author. He researches animals and magical creatures and stuff. We came to Brazil the summer after fourth year and spent the whole time there and dad just loves it there really. I think it's okay but it's not my favorite place really."

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misterwormtail
2008-02-20 01:31 am UTC (link)

Peter really couldn't help the fact that his brows raised up when she mentioned that everything was always catching on fire when the slugs were angry. "Oh..." he said a little lamely as he once again began to poke at his pasta with his fork, listening to her speak again, nodding his head with interest before he took a sip of his soda, placing the bottle back down before he began to twirl at the speghetti.

"I've never been to Brazil. My parents aren't exactly the kind of people who like to travel...my Mum and Dad are muggles, who work behind the desk at some office. I'm not even really sure of what it is they do there, but I know they file a lot. I never really asked/" He took another small bite of food before he placed his fork down, swallowed and then turned back to her, hoping to change the topic from his parents. He never had the best relationship with them, so they weren't his favorite people to talk about. "So, where is your favorite place?"

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dextered
2008-02-20 10:38 am UTC (link)

"Well the world is made of many places," Dexter looked over at Peter with a shy smile, "but right now my favorite place in the world is in the kitchen right here." Dexter watched his reaction for a moment before taking a bite and continuing with the questions. It was actually pretty uncomfortable eating in the kitchen like this, next time she would get a table or something or not have her table covered in stuff.

"You're a muggleborn? That's so cool! Did you have any weird relatives or anything, like in your ancestry that maybe were a witch or wizard? Sometimes people have that, I've not really studied muggleborns or anything like that but there are people who think muggleborns are caused from having an ancestor with a recessive gene, or even squibs that were sold into muggle-hood you know? But muggles have this idea of DNA and I don't really know what it's all about but it's quite fascinating and makes more sense than every muggleborn having a bit of dabble in them. It's completely random and the blood and stuff. Though no one really knows where magic comes from anyway, so it's not like we're all not muggleborns really, originally speaking," Dexter looked up at Peter and blushed for going on so long, "Sorry, I like interesting topics. And sorry for not having a chair, I'd say we could sit on the couch but Deme doesn't like me eating on it. We have stain repelling spells and everything, but it's not fair to eat in front of the animals. You can meet them later though. You met Persephone already, she's a kneazle. She belongs to Deme and comes and goes as she pleases. Kneazles are very funny creatures, my mum and dad like to raise them. They have their own system of apparating, you know? Not like humans because it's not an incantation but not like house-elves either. They do the snappy thing and its a pop, like wizards, kneazles though, they can just crawl into a pocket or blanket and when they crawl out the other side it can be anywhere. She's probably in Brazil by now anyway, tattling on me to Deme. Though, she doesn't talk. They're intelligent, but not that smart."

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