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Post by Alexandra Foster on Jan 27, 2008 15:50:26 GMT
I take a deep breath as I walk up to the house that is first on my list, feeling mildly sorry already for the person who lives there. Or… my mouth twitches into almost a grin… I should be sorry anyway. I remember very vividly Arden’s pale face as she sinks into a chair, gasping for breath. "You had better learn CPR before you visit any more friends.”
The thought makes me grin outright, and my step gets somewhat bouncier as I get closer to the door. I probably shouldn’t find this so amusing… it wasn’t like they’d had any reason to suspect that I might not actually be dead… but I think of it as payback for the damage to my spine that they’ve all done – it turns out you get hugged a lot, and tightly, when people think you’ve been dead.
There are other drawbacks, too, of course… missing the actual deaths of people you knew, and the slow deterioration of your brother’s state of mind, and an utterly ridiculous fight between friends of yours, and lots and lots of other things that go on every day…. But it wasn’t like I planned it. I was just as surprised as anyone by my disappearance, and also by the fact I wasn’t dead.
But it’s over now, I remind myself, smiling in anticipation again as I raise my fist to knock on the door. It’s over now and Damion’s alive and nobody wants to kill us or capture us anymore. Everything’s all right. And I rap out a nursery rhyme on the door in my excitement, half bouncing up and down as I wait for it to open, still trying very hard to conceal my smile but not succeeding very well.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Jan 27, 2008 21:49:12 GMT
Peter ran down the stairs to open the door. "No mother, I do not have a house elf on door duty today." He stopped halfway down to listen to the response from one of the rooms at the top of the stairs. "I already told you mother, I gave them the day off. They deserve one random day a year off, don't you think? Uh, scratch that, I don't care what you think, this is my house now after all." He ran down the rest of the stairs and opened the door.
He stopped, staring at the figure in the doorway. "I'm crazy. Fantastic, I'm a loon. They're going to take my children away. Shit, and here I am talking to myself in my doorway. And the entire bloody street can see it. Brilliant."
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Jan 28, 2008 19:15:18 GMT
I grin widely at Peter as he opens the door, and can't help but laugh at his conviction that he's crazy. This is definitely one of the more amusing reunions.
"Hey, Peter," I say brightly, bouncing slightly on my toes as I stand there. "I thought that we established quite a while ago that yes, you are crazy... but I sometimes love you anyway."
And then I can't help it, pulling him into a hug instead of the other way around. "You very awful girl! You didn't think that I was dead or something, did you?"
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Jan 28, 2008 23:45:18 GMT
He laughed slightly. "I, wait, you're for real?" He asked, hugging her back regardless of the answer. He stood back slightly and poked her face, arms and stomach multiple times, just to make sure, then his face broke into a full out grin. "You're not dead!"
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Jan 29, 2008 18:44:56 GMT
"Of course I'm real, lummox," I laugh as I poke him in the stomach back, then shake my head exaggeratedly so my hair goes all over the place. "And... nope. Not dead. I'm not and never have been. Just a little... misunderstanding."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Jan 30, 2008 0:24:21 GMT
Peter laughed, then stepped back into his house to let Andra in. "So, explain this 'misunderstanding' to me."
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Jan 30, 2008 19:39:08 GMT
I jump into the house with a grin as he backs away, though the smile falters a little at his next words.
"That's... a long story," I say in the midst of a deep breath. "But... basically, my stepdad had some information for the Order and the bad guys wanted to capture him but he was too tricksy. So they tried to get my mum and little sister so he'd have to come out of hiding to save them, but they killed my mum and Angela got away and then my whole family hid, so I was the only one left and they got me instead," I say as quickly as possible while still breathing in all the right places.
"Or... really, they tried to," I add, realizing that it's an inaccurate account otherwise. "Instead, I've been on the run with Damion for a bit, but then my older brother figured it all out while he was drunk and sleep-deprived and now it's all okay." I do say this last part all in one breath and finish with a grin. I don't like talking about any of that sad stuff.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Jan 30, 2008 23:31:30 GMT
Peter chuckled slightly. "Wow, okay. Oh! And if you're not really my Andra then I swear I'll kill you!" He said cheerfully.
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Jan 31, 2008 17:05:20 GMT
"But if I'm not your Andra then what did I ever do to you?" I ask just as cheerfully, grinning. "She's the one who stole your socks and turned them all pink back in second year when you were all stressed about your OWLS."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Jan 31, 2008 20:32:39 GMT
Peter laughed. "Okay, I guess I'll beleive that you're my Andra then." He hugged her again. "I am so happy you're not dead."
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Jan 31, 2008 23:13:07 GMT
"Well, that makes at least two of us then," I laugh, hugging him back. "Hey... you didn't actually go to my funeral or anything, did you?" I ask curiously. "I know that's the part that freaked some people out the most."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Feb 1, 2008 15:22:10 GMT
"Yeah. I went to your funeral. Sat with Sirius. Cried like babies."
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Feb 1, 2008 17:28:25 GMT
My face crumples into a mix of humor, sadness, and sympathy at those words, and I hug him tightly again. "Aw... that's sweet. And thank you for reminding me.... I have to go give dear Sara a heart attack as well."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Feb 2, 2008 0:30:12 GMT
Peter laughed slightly. "Sara?"
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Feb 3, 2008 15:09:31 GMT
"Yep," I nod happily, half-smiling. "If he's gonna call me Alex -" I nearly gag on the name. "- then I'm going to call him Sara. Wouldn't you?"
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Feb 3, 2008 19:48:34 GMT
Peter laughed. "Yes, Yes I would."
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Feb 3, 2008 19:50:18 GMT
"Well, good," I nod. "I'm very glad you approve."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Feb 3, 2008 20:01:11 GMT
"Not only do I approve, I'm taking that!"
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Feb 3, 2008 20:09:30 GMT
"You're taking what? My nickname for dear Siri?" I ask, grinning evilly at the thought.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Feb 3, 2008 20:13:56 GMT
Peter chuckled. "Oh yeah."
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Feb 3, 2008 20:19:27 GMT
"He may hurt you, of course," I say, feeling obliged to warn him. "All he does to me is call me a slut, but I doubt he'd have any compunctions where you're concerned."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Feb 3, 2008 20:23:08 GMT
Peter laughed. "Awww, I'm sure I could defend myself. And he calls you a slut?!"
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Feb 3, 2008 20:27:10 GMT
"He did, yes." I nod complacently, then make a tsking sound. "I told him that since he's my hero I might become the very thing he thinks I am... but then all he did was accuse me of calling his son a slut." I shrug. "Very odd man... how do you put up with him?"
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Feb 3, 2008 20:36:01 GMT
Peter laughed and shrugged. "No idea. I guess it helps being able to burn his shit."
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Feb 3, 2008 20:37:51 GMT
"Oh, that would be fun," I nod, grinning. "If I recall correctly, by the way, he's the one who put me up to that whole sock-stealing business."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Feb 3, 2008 20:45:48 GMT
Peter laughed. "Fantastic, really."
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Feb 3, 2008 20:48:30 GMT
"Mm-hmm," I nod complacently again, then have a random thought. "Hey - weren't you getting married?"
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Feb 3, 2008 20:51:24 GMT
"Oh Andra..." He said softly. "I already got married. After you - "
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Feb 3, 2008 20:54:14 GMT
"I thought as much," I nod, surprised that he seems to feel bad about it. "Was it pretty and everything?" I ask, grinning.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Feb 3, 2008 20:58:42 GMT
He smiled. "It was. You should've been there."
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