He appeared in London, but at a cost. He'd lost 3 fingernails. "Blast it" he thought. He'd forgotten about the dangers of apparating. He stumbled into a small café, where a waitress promptly asked if he wanted a bandage. Whilst wrapping his fingers, Peter watched the waitress work, dodging in and out of tables. She was a pretty girl, with light blonde hair and pale skin. But peter knew nothing could ever happen. There was a barrier between them. Between wizards and muggles. But, the Dark Lord had promised him that when the ministry had fallen, he could have any woman he desired. But his desires for love and the Dark Lords were very different. For one, Peter wasn't even sure if his lord could love. Still, Peter thought, his eyes absent-mindedly wondering over to the waitress, that doesn't mean he shouldn't try.