#pettigrewpeter

Antony was two now. Getting bigger with every day. Asking questions in his quiet, firm voice. Experimenting with everything around him. Just generally being a nuisance. He was visiting his grandmother, Mrs Pettigrew. Not his biological grandmother, of course. Neither of his parents had an involved mother, so Mrs Pettigrew was given the role of loving Antony. A role she had never seemed averse to.

Cyprien, for the first time, was leaving him here alone, only because Septima had asked him home unexpectedly. Thoughts immediately flashing to Charity, their newborn, or their twins, in school at present, he had left Antony to remain with his "Gramma" until the conflict was solved.

Septima Vector: -sitting in library with stack of books-

Cypalicious: Cyprien: -makes way up precisely on time, intended to be early but got caught talking with Rod and being informed he wouldn't be coming because of something, looks through shelves, eventually sees her and smiles- Hey, Sep. -as approaching-

Petey-Wetey Kins: Peter: -not there yet, because he's Peter-

Septima Vector: Hey, Cyp. -looks up, brushes hair from face- How's it going?

Cypalicious: Oh, alright. -stressed because group, sits beside- How's it with you? I've missed seeing you, Charity told me you were on a trip or some such?

Septima Vector: -shrugs- It's alright, I was going to talk to my aunt about some things. She's nice. -strained smile, small laugh- But I'm kind of glad to be back.

Cypalicious: Ah... Which aunt? -curiously-

Septima Vector: Oh, Emily, on Dad's side.

Cypalicious: -nods- Ah, yeah. -knows of- What were you discussing, love?

Septima Vector: -shrugs- Just some stuff about my dad and mum, talkingabout all of that.

Cypalicious: -nods slow- Ah... Yeah...

Petey-Wetey Kins: Peter: -hurries on in, disheveled- Oh. Oh, I'm not late, am I?

Cypalicious: -looks to- Oh. No, not too late. Rodolphus isn't coming, by the way.

Septima Vector: -smiles- Oh, hi Peter.

Petey-Wetey Kins: That prat. -looks towards, smiles- H'lo, Sep. Haven't seen you in a while.

Cypalicious: -raises brows at "prat", takes out books and notes from previous session-

Septima Vector: Yeah, it's been a while. -closes book and pulls out new book-

Cypalicious: Alright, Sep, so we already looked up a few things... -pushes paper with notes over to her-

Petey-Wetey Kins: -sits down next to Septima, pulls out a few books-

Cypalicious: Ugh, I don't like not seeing you two. -moves around to sit across from both-

Septima Vector: Alright... -checks over list- I got the same things. -smiles- Also, here's some other stuff I found... -pushes over-

Cypalicious: Lovely. -takes other stuff, skims it- Ahh... Alright, yeah.

Petey-Wetey Kins: -looking to papers as they're passed-

Cypalicious: Which book were you using? -passes to Peter when finished-

Petey-Wetey Kins: -looks it over, nodding vaguely-

Septima Vector: This one. -heaves one up-

Petey-Wetey Kins: -raises brows- We didn't even see that one.

Septima Vector: -smiles- it's one of mine actually.

Petey-Wetey Kins: Never knew you were so ineterested in Herbology.

Septima Vector: -shrugs- It's alright. It's a nice niche in herbology, this section though.

Petey-Wetey Kins: I suppose...

Cypalicious: -not paying attention, looking something else over, perks up at "herbology"- Hm? Oh, yes, I think it's a fascinating topic. Actually. -quiets halfway, realizing how lame that sounds-

Septima Vector: -smiles- I do too, it's just not my favorite comparitively.

Cypalicious: No?

Septima Vector: Well, with Arithmancy and Ancient Runes, I like the solving a little more. But herbology is up there pretty high.

Cypalicious: -smiles, knows they both know it's his favorite and feels no need to mention it-

Petey-Wetey Kins: -shrugs- I don't care for Herbology.

Septima Vector: -uncomfortable- Oh. Well, at least we do. That way it will get done.  -smile-

Cypalicious: -nods- Yeah... -awks-

Petey-Wetey Kins: I'll still work on it. It's just...not my favorite

Septima Vector: I er, I know, it was a joke. -smile- Anyways... so I think I'll do the writing and Cyp, you can do the plant cultivating? And Peter if you want to do that too that would be nice.. and Rod can do the oral bit. I mean the presentation. -small blush-

Cypalicious: -ignores awkwardness intentionally- Alright, sure.

Petey-Wetey Kins: -nods- Works for me.

Septima Vector: -smiles-

Cypalicious: But... What cultivating? Isn't our topic about trees? -smiles- Can't grow a tree in a week, I don't think, not a wand one, at least.

Septima Vector: Getting the samples, I mean. I suppose cultivating is the wrong word...

Petey-Wetey Kins: Do they have these trees in the forest?

Cypalicious: -nods- Yeah. And no problem, Sep, just wanted to clarify. We'll observe first, then, I suppose.

Septima Vector: -nods- Right-o. -too engrossed in planning to realise she put them alone in the woods together-

Cypalicious: Anything else to discuss? Can we help you with anything for the written bit, Sep? Is there any more research we can do?

Petey-Wetey Kins: -pushes the notes over to her again-

Septima Vector: Er.. if you just give me the data you collect and... -slides notes into pile- I'll take these for safety...  and it should all be alright from there on.

Cypalicious: -nods- Lovely, sounds like a plan.

Septima Vector: -smiles, unreasonably proud-

Cypalicious: In that case, I suppose I'll tell Rod his job. Want to meet around nine tonight? I have Quidditch before that...

Septima Vector: -assumes he is referring to peter-

Petey-Wetey Kins: Nine? Yeah, that works.

Cypalicious: Lovely, alright. Want to plan to meet... Sunday? See how things are going? We should have enough for you to use by then, but it'll be pretty thorough by Tuesday, I'd guess...

Septima Vector: Sounds perfect to me. -nods-

Petey-Wetey Kins: When's this even due?

Cypalicious: Next Thursday. Week from today. -in which it is Thursday-

Petey-Wetey Kins: Then Tuesday will be fine.

Cypalicious: -nods- Alright. Everyone clear?

Septima Vector: Crystal.

Cypalicious: -nod- Great. -rises- I'm sorry to rush out on you, but I have prefect nonsense. See you both later. -le leaves-

Septima Vector: Oh. Alright. I'll see you later, then. -stands as well- Unless you need me, Peter, I'll head out too.