Hi!
Hope you had a nice end of year and I wish you the best for the one coming. I know, it's very generic but hey, one more stranger wishing for the best for you can't hurt, right?
I had multiple artists contacting about doing some art with this serie or Elf out of the Shelf (if you never read it, check it out you'll like it :-) ). I'm regretfully annoucing that, as I am not JK Rowling, and most importantly my bank account doesn't tally near hers, I'm unable to pay anyone for anything at the present. And, unless someone gives me a winning lottery ticket, I won't be either in the future. I'm very flattered that you think my stories are worth illustating, but alas, it won't happen because eating is actually more important to me right now. If, by miracle, you want to do something on your own free time, send me a link so I can see what comes to life :-)
As usual, I'm French and have no beta so ever mistake is my own.
This drabble is canon, I'll let you guess when it happens.
Peter had lost a finger. He would be living as a rat for the rest of his days. But he got to frame his former friend, and keep living. As he was picked up by a red head boy in a wizarding home backyard, Scabbers squeaked happily. It was worth it.