*He agrees softly, tugging his sleeve gently back over his savaged wrist. He leans back into the corner made by the chair back and the wall, feeling older than he has any right to at twenty-one. His voice is still low when he speaks again, but there's something more focused in it now; moping never helped anyone, and it pains him to see Peter so downtrodden.*
The war can't last forever. It's going to hit a boiling point soon enough with the Ministry - did you hear about the notices, about wands?
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Date: 2011-09-17 08:06 pm (UTC)*He agrees softly, tugging his sleeve gently back over his savaged wrist. He leans back into the corner made by the chair back and the wall, feeling older than he has any right to at twenty-one. His voice is still low when he speaks again, but there's something more focused in it now; moping never helped anyone, and it pains him to see Peter so downtrodden.*
The war can't last forever. It's going to hit a boiling point soon enough with the Ministry - did you hear about the notices, about wands?