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First Howl + Video

[It starts with cursing, with some fumbling with the device: and this is why Peter never wanted Roman's fucking iPhone. Jesus fuck how do you get this thing to work?]

Yo.

[There's finally a wave of fingers, although it seems lackluster. Flat blue eyes set into a scruffy face as the image finally catches something more engaging than the floor swings into view. Oh, hey. He's in a pair of boxers that look a little overworn, and he's on the furry side for a teen boy as slender as he is. There's a stylized 'g' tattooed on the left side of his ribs.]

Does anyone have any smokes? I don't do charity, but I'll trade something for it.

[There is a pause, he seems like he's about to cut the feed, but there's a moment of hesitance that ends in mute cursing. He doesn't care, none of this fucking matters. Fuck this place.]

And pants. I guess.

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[She picks up on the way he says humans but doesn't comment on it, not now. Instead, she frowns, thinks of the war; they don't need guns or Muggles to get hunted down, witches and wizards do it just as well.]

It isn't easy in any world, Peter. Brooms or no brooms.

Isn't that the fucking truth.

[And there's a sick sense to how he says it like he's talking about so much more than what he's actually said, a slice of pain before it vanishes behind a glib smile. His shoulders tense and he exhales, raking fingers through his hair, twisting it in his fingers for a moment.]

So, broomsticks, hunh? Does that come with a pointy hat?

[Well. She knows they've hit on a delicate subject, too deep and probing for a first conversation. So when he changes their conversation, she goes along with it immediately.]

Only when school requires us to be in full uniform.

[The smile she flashes back is just as broad and smooth, she could almost be taking the mickey, except she isn't; there's truth to her words, to the ease with which she fires back that answer.]

They're much too formal for daily wear.

That a fact?

[He lets the amusement curl easily across him face, as if it can wipe out that sudden drop moments before. It amuses him, just because he knows that tone, he knows the way he'd talk about being a gypsy, truth that sounded like lies and lies that sounded like truth.]

Hey, if you're a witch, can you make charms and shit like that?

[He had no clue what he could do to pay her back, but he'd figure something out. Truth was that no place felt like home without the protection charm Destiny made for them once and Peter and Lynda hung up no matter where home happened to be. So maybe...]

It could be.

[The hats are terrible, Peter, don't even play.

She raises her brows at the question, unsure what he could mean solely because magic and witches could be different across worlds. Can she do charmwork? Yes, but she doubts he wants her to make a feather fly. Ginny cocks her head to the side, replying,]

I can do charm spells. Transfiguration, offensive and defensive magic, it all depends on what needs to be done. Why?

[Yeah, okay, they totally are, but that's not quite the point.

He shrugs his shoulders, and not for the first time questions the wisdom in how much he's telling her. But, she admitted to being a witch, and it's not like he's talking about being a werewolf ~~yet~~.]

My cousin made me this charm, was just some sort of protection spell, and I dunno. Doesn't really feel like home without something like that.

[Peter scratches fingers at the back of his neck because he doesn't like connecting with people, telling people things that aren't wild stories and bullshit.]

[If she knew that this wasn't a thing he did normally, just being open with someone, she'd be touched. As it is, she has no reason to not help him out, and when he brings up this thing that could make the City a bit more like home. Not that it could ever be home for anyone, but it's close enough for her, so.]

I've never made protective amulets, though I've seen them sold. [Whether or not they worked, well, considering her father wanted to arrest the peddlers...] I could put wards on wherever you live; it's not the same, but it could offer the same sort of protection if that's what you're looking for.

[It was more the sense of security, hanging up her charm every time they moved some place else. But, he got the feeling that here, moving around wasn't really going to be as much of an issue. As much as that made his stomach twist, it seemed pretty close to fact.]

That'd be... pretty great, yeah, actually. I don't know what I could trade for it. With Destiny I used to just bring her chocolate.

[He grins, but it's a little sad too.]

Then I'll take chocolate. It's no trouble at all.

[And if the charm bit means so much to him, she can pick up a little something just for the sense of it. She is nothing if not thoughtful.]

You're close with her, then?

Destiny? Yeah. We'd always stop by when we visited my uncle. When I was thirteen or so we were in town at least once a month and we got pretty close.

[Nicolae was dying, Peter was just starting to go through his change. And Destiny had been there with a smile and real magic and she'd punched him in the arm fighting over his mother's peanut butter cookies. He'd liked her immediately.]

She's like the big sister I'm still not sure I want.

[He smiles, the words teasing, but there's a hint of frustration just from being here. Destiny's out there.]

Then you know how it can be with older siblings. [She shrugs, seemingly lighthearted, but there's truth to what she says, too.] They always turn up when you don't want them to. So you never know, she might come along.

[Ginny quirks an eyebrow, lips curved in a wry smile.]

Merlin knows my brothers invite themselves over to practically everything. Usually without knocking, usually on some idiotic idea that they're defending my honour.

Yeah, I guess you're right. Destiny... she always knew the right, or sometimes the wrong thing to ask.

[It's almost funny how it's both, but that's how family is, of course.]

Destiny would honestly probably have punched me if I ever tried defending her honor.

[The closest he'd ever gotten to that illadvised line of action was when he'd half-playfully hit Roman for leering at her a bit too openly for Peter's comfort level.]

Destiny and I have that in common.

[Grinning.]

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