Post by Peter Pettigrew on Jul 17, 2016 0:14:13 GMT -5
ROOM #113
{Peter/Barty}
Tag: Barty Crouch Jr. | Word Count: 293 | Outfit |
"Nope! Not this one either!" Peter announced as he walked away from the annoyed occupant of room #214. He couldn't for the life of him remember which room belonged to his friend. Barty was probably one of his bestest friends ever. Well...on this side of things. The other guys were his best friends, no duh, but Barty hung with him at the other meetings. It was nice that someone wasn't rude like all the others.
Anyway! Where could he be? Peter thought as he made his way back down the stairs, the pink flashlight in his hand guiding his way so he wouldn't fall in the dark. That would suck. The fall would hurt, but he could die. That would suck. As Peter's footfalls reached the first floor again, he made his way back to his own door. "I guess I forgot. Maybe I'll never find Barty's room. Oh, well! he shrugged indifferently as he tried to place his key in the knob of his door. However, it didn't seem to quite fit. Peter wailed hopelessly as he attempted to force the key in, but the door wouldn't budge. He reached up desperately and started banging on the door, screeching as he did.
After about a minute of this, however, Peter glanced up and the number caught his eye. Room #112 was posted there. Peter's blue eyes widened in realization. It was the wrong door! He could've hit himself, but of course, he would never willingly cause himself pain. That's when it hit him. Barty's room was always across the hall from his. Peter laughed giddily at himself as he skipped over to the door labeled #113. He knocked and waited for his friend to open up so they could hang. After adjusting his shades and leather jacket, of course.