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sortinghat_logs2012-04-08 06:58 am
animalmagnetism) wrote in sortinghat_logs2012-04-08 06:58 am
Entry tags:
Unexpected reunion
WHO: Tavros Nitram and Peter Banks
TONE: Awkward!
RATING: PG probably?
WHEN: Last day of Easter Holidays
WHERE: Tavros's house
WHAT: Peter decides to finally meet his birth mother. He finds a little brother instead.
STATUS: Ongoing
Nerves were not something Peter was used to. Not knowing how to approach a situation wasn't something he was used to caring about. Peter rushed in where sane men feared to tread, he'd been told on more than one occasion, and frankly, that was the way he liked it. But now that he finally knew who his birth mother was--a name and an address at least--he was gripped with uncertainty. He knew she'd married, because that had been easy enough to find, and assumed she'd had children. He'd actually taken the position at Hogwarts in part to be close to his theoretical half-siblings, but her name hadn't been on the student rolls when he'd looked. She wasn't a witch. He'd spent so long thinking of his biological family as magic that it had come as quite a surprise! Not that it mattered in the ways a lot of other wizards cared about, because Peter was muggleborn through and through regardless of his biological parents, but it did make the ways he'd come up with to break the ice all obsolete. Flying in on his broom wouldn't work, and it meant he couldn't use quidditch as a discussion topic. He wasn't sure on Ministry regulations concerning revealing magic to biological but estranged parents either.
But he couldn't put it off any longer. It was the last day of holiday and he'd sworn to himself that he'd go and introduce himself once he'd settled in at Hogwarts. Well, he was settled, had been since the first day, actually, so it was time to take the plunge. Teacher was easier to explain than quidditch star to a non-witch, at least, and he could say he taught--ugh, it had been so long since non-magic school--sports? Sports worked. Ah, the hell with thinking things over. Never his strong point anyway. He was here, and there was the house and he was just going to march up and knock. It would get sorted during the conversation.
And that's exactly what he did. He went up to the door and knocked. Straightened his clothes, wishing he'd just worn something comfortable instead of going for an understated look that wasn't outlandish by any standards. It wasn't like he was going to hide the red streaks in his hair, though he hadn't spiked it up today. Another concession to this stranger who was his mother and her sensibilities. Oh damn, he was nervous!
The door was opening. Too late to back out now. "Hello. Wendy Nitram? I-- I'm Peter and I think you're my mother."
... On second thought maybe he should have rehearsed something.
TONE: Awkward!
RATING: PG probably?
WHEN: Last day of Easter Holidays
WHERE: Tavros's house
WHAT: Peter decides to finally meet his birth mother. He finds a little brother instead.
STATUS: Ongoing
Nerves were not something Peter was used to. Not knowing how to approach a situation wasn't something he was used to caring about. Peter rushed in where sane men feared to tread, he'd been told on more than one occasion, and frankly, that was the way he liked it. But now that he finally knew who his birth mother was--a name and an address at least--he was gripped with uncertainty. He knew she'd married, because that had been easy enough to find, and assumed she'd had children. He'd actually taken the position at Hogwarts in part to be close to his theoretical half-siblings, but her name hadn't been on the student rolls when he'd looked. She wasn't a witch. He'd spent so long thinking of his biological family as magic that it had come as quite a surprise! Not that it mattered in the ways a lot of other wizards cared about, because Peter was muggleborn through and through regardless of his biological parents, but it did make the ways he'd come up with to break the ice all obsolete. Flying in on his broom wouldn't work, and it meant he couldn't use quidditch as a discussion topic. He wasn't sure on Ministry regulations concerning revealing magic to biological but estranged parents either.
But he couldn't put it off any longer. It was the last day of holiday and he'd sworn to himself that he'd go and introduce himself once he'd settled in at Hogwarts. Well, he was settled, had been since the first day, actually, so it was time to take the plunge. Teacher was easier to explain than quidditch star to a non-witch, at least, and he could say he taught--ugh, it had been so long since non-magic school--sports? Sports worked. Ah, the hell with thinking things over. Never his strong point anyway. He was here, and there was the house and he was just going to march up and knock. It would get sorted during the conversation.
And that's exactly what he did. He went up to the door and knocked. Straightened his clothes, wishing he'd just worn something comfortable instead of going for an understated look that wasn't outlandish by any standards. It wasn't like he was going to hide the red streaks in his hair, though he hadn't spiked it up today. Another concession to this stranger who was his mother and her sensibilities. Oh damn, he was nervous!
The door was opening. Too late to back out now. "Hello. Wendy Nitram? I-- I'm Peter and I think you're my mother."
... On second thought maybe he should have rehearsed something.