Young Dumb and Broke

;;party for the ages (a friendly push is all you need)

#;;party for the ages (a friendly push is all you need)#i told you this is TRASH but it got written so

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“She always tells me everything, though,” Glenda said quietly, trying to keep the hurt out of her voice but failing at it miserably. Gladys was her best friend and the two of them always told each other everything. She told him about Peter even though she felt like it was a lost cause. If Gladys felt anything for James, why wouldn’t she tell her, especially if she thought it was reciprocated? It was nice to hear that James wouldn’t just play with Gladys’ heart, though. She believed Peter when he said James wouldn’t pull something shitty like that and that she wouldn’t have to worry about Gladys getting her heart broken. “Maybe they don’t realize they like each other yet,” she pondered out loud as she was watching the two of them talking. “It would explain why neither of them told us about it.”

His idea to get their two friends together felt like it came out of nowhere and made sense at the same time. She couldn’t help but chuckle at Peter’s correction of himself – her mind didn’t go to the sex kind of hook up immediately, and the way he wanted to make sure she didn’t think he just wanted them to have sex was sweet. “It’s up to them what kind of hook up it is though, right? They can decide that for themselves, and if they really do like each other and want to be with each other, then all kind of hook ups will happen sooner or later.” Gladys will need to thank this to her later for sure.

“But yes, let’s do it, let’s get them together,” she agreed, nodding. “It shouldn’t be too hard, right? They are already talking, they seem really close to each other, so we don’t have to worry about them meeting or anything. We can just set up a couple of times when the two of them could hang out. Maybe we could start some kind of club that and drag them along? Or make them join something they both would be interested in, that way they can have fun together. Do you think James would be into Gobstone?” It sounded like a viable plan and they just needed to figure out what club would work for both of their friends.

And then suddenly James’ voice came through the crowd. “Gather around, spin the bottle, everyone!” he announced and Glenda felt sheepish and dumb. Her idea was to get them into the same club and hope something happens when they were in the middle of a party and the two of them were already talking and seemed to be close to each other. “Or, you know, spin the bottle works too. Maybe James knows how to make this happen?” she suggested as the crowd started gathering around him. “We should definitely join them and make sure the two of them kiss,” she added, trying not to think about the fact that if both of them joined spin the bottle, there would be a chance that the two of them would kiss. She could feel herself blush and she ducked her head, hoping he didn’t notice. She didn’t want to make herself look like an idiot in front of him or seem inexperienced if it happened. He was so cool, just because he didn’t have a girlfriend now (or not to her knowledge), she was sure he had several in the past and she didn’t want to embarrass herself.

Even though he couldn’t control what Gladys told Glenda or what she didn’t, Peter still felt bad that she had to find out about this crush like this. “Yeah that has to be it! And I’m sure she was planning on telling you. We just figured it out before she got the chance!” That had to be it, that’s what made the most sense to him anyway. He didn’t think Gladys would keep a secret like this from Glenda purposely. James was another story, they always busted his balls about his unrequited feelings for Lily so maybe that was why he didn’t say anything about Gladys.

Peter nodded along with her as she tried to work out what they could do to help get them together over the span of different days. Honestly, Peter was just enjoying listening to Glenda talk and wasn’t too concerned about the plan, he would have agreed with whatever she came up with had James’ voice not echo through the common room and interrupted her train of thought. He glanced up and saw James trying to gather a crowd and even waving Peter over as well. “Spin the bottle is a great idea. I don’t know why I thought James would need any help here…” it was kind of embarrassing to think James Potter needed help winning a girl over, especially from him of all people.

As Glenda suggested that they join the game he tried not to think of it as anything more than to make sure James and Gladys get together. He wasn’t going to think about kissing Glenda at all because if he did he wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about it. Not that he had any experience when it came to girls, he was sure he would embarrass himself completely or she would think it was terrible and really, his thoughts would just spiral. “Yeah, we probably should. How do you think we can make sure it happens? Do we cheat?” He asked quietly as he walked over with her to the group of people who decided to join the game.

;;party for the ages (a friendly push is all you need)

#;;party for the ages (a friendly push is all you need)

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July 20th. Glenda made a mental note about it to herself to make sure to at least send a card to him during summer for his summer, possibly a gift that was casual enough that it didn’t just scream “I am crushing real hard on you and I spent the past two months thinking about the perfect gift for you to make you happy and possibly spent either too much time or too much money or even both on it”. She didn’t want to overwhelm him or make him realize that she liked him. There was no reason making things even more awkward between them. “Nice, you can always spend your birthday home and not having to worry about school and homework and stuff like. And my birthday is April 9th,” she offered with a smile, hoping she didn’t start blushing. He just asked her for her birthday from politeness, because she asked too. No need to see anything into it.

Glenda frowned at the sudden realization of Peter and snapped her head back towards Gladys. She didn’t know James that much, she talked to him a couple of times and saw Peter with him and his other friends several times (technically during those times she wasn’t looking at James or any of the other boys, she was looking at Peter, but thankfully nobody aside from Gladys really saw her zoning outs), so she couldn’t tell him from behind, but it was one of Peter’s best friends, so she trusted his judgment. And then the guy moved and she could now see him in profile too, and yes, that was definitely James Potter Gladys was flirting with. Glenda’s eyes widened.

“Why didn’t she tell me?” she couldn’t help saying. She generally didn’t understand why Gladys possibly didn’t tell her something like this, they told everything to each other, but she figured it was too new and too uncertain for her friend to say anything. But now that she knew it was James, it just made so much less sense. Glenda was friends with Peter, one of James’ best friends. She could have asked Peter to invite them to a hangout or something like that. “She always tells me when she has a crush, why didn’t she tell me she was into James and that she was coming here to see him?” And then another concern rose up inside of her and she looked back to Peter. “You just said James is crushing hard on Lily Evans. Do you really think he could possibly be over her and truly be interested in Gladys? It couldn’t be just something to pass the time for him, right? Just a get in and get out situation? Because I don’t want him to hurt Gladys.”

Peter nodded in response to the positives of having his birthday during the summer break. He didn’t really want to bring up the fact that his birthdays weren’t usually as celebrated or as fun as they probably should have been at this age. Of course, his mother wished him a happy birthday every year, if she could throw him a party he knew she would but he had to settle for a few extra sweets and a cupcake with a candle in it for him to make a wish. His birthday was the same as any other day, maybe even worse to make up for the fact that it was supposed to be a happy day. But Glenda didn’t need to know that, she didn’t need to hear about how depressing things were for him so instead he just smiled and chose to focus on her birth date. “April 9th, okay I will make sure I remember it.” He promised, never being very good at memorizing dates but repeating the date in his head until he had the time to write it down somewhere.

He continued to watch James and Gladys together while listening to Glenda wonder allowed why her friend hadn’t brought this up. "I dunno, maybe she was waiting for the right time? I’m surprised James never mentioned it either. Maybe it’s more than just a crush and they wanted to try keeping it a secret.” Peter suggested off the top of his head. It was hard to think of a good reason for James to hide this especially with all the shit him and the other boys give him about getting over Lily, this should be something he should have told them immediately.

“Oh! No, no, no definitely not! James is a great guy, he wouldn’t do that.” He reassured her, not wanting her to think James would take advantage of Gladys. “Nah, like that boy goes for things with his whole heart. If he’s into Gladys then he is not just trying to pass the time. I promise.” Peter wasn’t sure if he necessarily had to be defending James, but it was like second nature at this point that it felt like it was the right thing to do. He didn’t want her to worry that James was the kind of guy to hurt someone by using them to get over Lily. At least not nowadays, he’s been doing a lot of growing up even if people couldn’t see it and Peter would gladly give James the benefit of the doubt.

“We should do something, if they’re into each other we should...we should try and get them together. Hook them up, ya know? Not that kind of hook up though!” Her mind probably didn’t even take it that way, why did he make it sound like that? He really needed to just stop talking before he really embarrassed himself. He was lucky that Glenda hadn’t decided the shit he said was too weird or awkward to deal with but he was sure at some point he would slip up and say something stupid enough to scare her off.

;;party for the ages (a friendly push is all you need)

#;;party for the ages (a friendly push is all you need)

mssglenda‌:

The Gilderoy mention seemed to have gone wrong, because suddenly it felt like Peter was not so happy and that his smile wasn’t that genuine and Glenda wanted to kick herself in the butt. She liked Peter, and even though there was no way Peter would like her, she still didn’t want him to think she had a crush on somebody else. It just… damn those nerves and her anxiety. Why couldn’t she just speak with people like a normal person? “Yeah, I’m sure—you know—Gladys will—Gladys will be really happy. If he shows up. Gladys certainly will.” Please, stop saying Gladys’ name, she thought begging herself. She reached up to scratch the back of her neck, wanting the floor below her to just open up and swallow her in whole.

Glenda let out a visible sigh of relief that it wasn’t his birthday. She would have felt horrible if she managed to not know about it and not just showed up without a gift, but also didn’t even know to wish him a happy birthday. It would have been just too rude and embarrassing and… well, if it was his birthday, she would have preferred to surprise him. Normally it would have been weird to just give him a present but that would have been a nice excuse. “Good, good. Just for—you know—future reference, when is your birthday exactly?” Glenda stuttered the question, feeling more and more awkward. It was a simple question, why did she feel like she was getting close to blushing. Nothing was happening.

Peter was probably right, James Potter and his huge crush on Lily Evans was one of those things that if not the entire school, but at least most of the students were aware of. Glenda even overheard a couple of conversations that were about the topic and how dumb Lily was for rejecting him because just look at him, he is so cute, and how James should move on or at least heal from those rejections from Lily by getting under other people. It was ridiculous and weird and Glenda usually moved out of earshot relatively quickly. “That sounds like… I mean I don’t know James, but that sounds like him? I don’t know. Do you think it could work?” she asked, looking around to see if she could spot either of them, but instead her eyes landed on Gladys who was talking and grinning and giggling up at somebody, Glenda couldn’t tell who because they were standing with their backs to her.

“You know, it’s funny that you say that, though, because I think my friend probably has the same goal? –I mean, obviously she didn’t throw the party to impress Lily Evans, you know, but I think she wanted to come to talk to someone or chat up someone or just get them to notice her. I don’t know, she didn’t say anything about it, but she was just really really weird since you guys announced the party, she was asking me if we are coming every five minutes and then she disappeared the second we came through the portrait hole and now she is talking and giggling with someone.”

He nodded his head, seemingly following along with Glenda’s attempt to make him feel better but his ego was already bruised so it didn’t completely process at first that she wanted him to know it wasn’t her who cared about Gilderoy. All he really understood was that Glenda was looking forward to seeing Gilderoy and Gladys was as well. Peter tried not to focus on it too much if he did then his entire time with Glenda would be wasted on him being jealous and if he was going to get a chance to spend some time with her, he wanted it to be enjoyable. So he brought his attention back when she asked him when his birthday was and he couldn’t help but grin at her. It was such a simple question but it made him feel better even if he didn’t have any chance with her at least she wanted to get to know him as a friend. “Oh, that’s during summer break, July 20th. And I guess...since we’re asking, when is yours?”

Peter started thinking as Glenda talked about how excited Gladys was about the party and it definitely reflected the way his friends were acting since they announced it. Why exactly were they all so eager? Sure, it was a party but it also seemed suspicious in a way and he wanted to figure out what this was all about. He scanned the room and found Gladys, just like Glenda said, giggling and chatting with someone and while he may not have firsthand experience when it came to flirting, he would guess this was close. As he moved his head around he started to get a better look at what was happening and he noticed who she was with. “She looks like she’s talking to…James?” He said it almost like a question, trying to make sense of it all.

“Wait, that’s it!” Peter started excitedly, clapping his hands together as if he had just had a revelation. “This party isn’t about Lily, it’s about Gladys! Look at them!” He raised his arm up and pointed the two of them out to Glenda. “Gladys was so excited cause she’s probably into James and James probably threw the party as an excuse to get closer to Gladys. I guess he’s finally moving on from Evans.” He shook his head, surprised but also impressed that James moved on from Lily so quickly. He wondered why it was never mentioned but he was guessing James was waiting for the right moment to tell the guys he finally moved on from Lily.

;;party for the ages (a friendly push is all you need)

#;;party for the ages (a friendly push is all you need)

mssglenda‌:

Talking to Peter was kind of… weird. On one hand, it was easy. Surprisingly easy, really. Ever since they met, it felt like they could talk about anything, and he never seemed to mind her random knowledge burst either, which was a relief and something that helped her feel a lot better about talking to him too. But at the same time, it was so hard too. She liked him. It would have been stupid of her not to admit it anymore, it felt like anyone aside from Peter could tell (maybe even Peter, he was just nice enough not to comment on it to embarrass her). But this made it so much harder to talk to him too. She always felt her heart beating out of her chest, she felt like she couldn’t think of anything to say, thus the randomly blurt outs came a lot more frequently, and she constantly felt awkward. What felt like a miracle was that even considering all of this, he still seemed to at least want to be her friend. It was awesome.

She wished he would want more, too, of course she did, but he was also just too cool for her. He was level 1 and she like level 10, possibly not even a level, so him wanting anything from her—yeah, that only happened in cheap romance books and sometimes badly written thrillers. They were in neither for sure. But she was mostly ok with that. Just hanging out with him, being around him and talking to him made her feel warm on the inside, and if that was all she could get, she was already happy to take it and daydream about the rest. (Or actually dream about him, really vividly, something that she did not want to think about right now, because that would result in her being more of a mess than she already is, and she didn’t need that. She just wanted to have some fun, enjoy Peter’s company.)

“Yeah, of course, I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Glenda said enthusiastically. Maybe too enthusiastically, too fast and with too big of a smile, but she tried not to think of that. Her goal for today was to not overthink things. It would more likely not work for the entire night, but she didn’t want to start right away. “And yeah, just got here with Gladys. She already disappeared, barely even stepped through the portrait hole and she was already gone. I think she might be into somebody? Or did you guys invite Gilderoy? Cause if he is here, she is probably on a hunt for him. Though she would have told me if she thought he was here. At least I hope she would have, I would be really mad at her if she didn’t.” She was talking faster and faster, and when she finally stopped for a breath, it hit her that she barely even got here and she was already rambling about another guy. She really hoped Peter didn’t get the wrong impression. Gilderoy was amazing, but it was… different. She couldn’t possibly explain why or how if she was asked, but it was. “Anyway,” she said awkwardly, scratching the back of her neck sheepishly, “yeah, we just got here. What’s the occasion for the party, by the way?” she asked, throwing out the first questions that popped into her head to change the subject. “Does somebody have a birthday? It’s not your birthday, right? I am sorry if it is, I didn’t anything as a present, I didn’t think to ask what the party was for.”

Peter was trying his best to be subtle as he usually did when he was around her. As much as he wanted to stand there and look into her eyes so lovingly he also didn’t want to look weird and creepy. So he tried not to look at her for too long, looking down at the floor or just anywhere but at her from time to time so that she didn’t figure out just how hard he’s fallen. There was really no way he could expect her to feel the same way no matter how often his friends told him he should just go for it. It was always a debate of what if she just likes me as a friend against their constant blind assumptions that she was into him. Even though they had experience with girls crushing on them, the fact that none of them had ever had a girlfriend before didn’t help.

The smile and excitement she had perked him up for a moment, glad to know that she wanted to be there but then her mention of Gilderoy threw him off. Of course, she would have an interest in Gilderoy, he thought to himself, what girl didn’t? He was charming and was extremely good looking and Peter mentally kicked himself for thinking that she would be there for him. Feeling inferior to others wasn’t new for him but it stung a little more with Glenda. “Uh, he might have been invited I’m not too sure but I’m sure he wouldn’t miss out on a party, if he isn’t already here he’ll probably show up eventually.” He told her, shrugging his shoulders and looking down at the floor.

“Oh, no no it’s not my birthday yet so you’re safe!” Peter explained, resisting the urge to mention that he probably wouldn’t have gotten such a big turn out of guests if this was for his birthday. “I actually…don’t really know the occasion.” He admitted next, looking around at everyone wondering what exactly they were there to celebrate. Not that these students need an excuse to party, everyone worked themselves too hard most of the time that letting loose in the Gryffindor tower was something everyone could agree on. “I have a theory though, cause you know James and his massive crush on Lily Evans? I think the whole school knows about it but uh, yeah I’m guessing he’s using it as a way to impress her or get her attention even if he won’t admit it.”

;;party for the ages (a friendly push is all you need)

#;;party for the ages (a friendly push is all you need)

mssglenda·:

Gladys wasacting all weird during the entire day, giggling at random times without reasonand checking over and over again if they were still up for the party thatnight. Glenda started wondering if maybe somebody Gladys liked was going to beat a party, she just didn’t tell Glenda about the person yet. Or was itGilderoy Lockhart that was going to be at the party? It would certainly makeGladys like this, but Glenda assumed Gladys would have told her if he was goingto be there so they could be excited about it together. She did reassure Gladyseach time that they were still definitely going to go. She already attended oneparty thrown by the guys a couple of weeks back, so she had an idea what toexpect from the night and she was sure it would be fun, plus… being able to seePeter was a big draw.

(She couldn’tdeny it anymore that she liked him. It started out as nothing more than just arandom, innocent question with Glenda trying and failing to be smooth while shewanted to figure out what smoking was like. As awkward as their entire encounterwas, he helped her try her first cigarette – and she failed miserably in frontof him in it – and then afterward whenever they ran into each other, he didn’trun away from her but they started talking more and more instead. He was funnyand kind and enthusiastic and interesting and despite all the awkwardness, henever made her feel like she was a weirdo for her random rants that sometimes burstout of her when she felt awkward and nervous. Actually, despite the fact thatit felt like they would always be awkward around one another on some level, atthe same time she felt more and more comfortable around him, which barelyhappened.)

By the timethey arrived to the Gryffindor Tower, it seemed like the party was already goingfrom the sounds that was coming behind the portrait. Sirius Black was standingon the outside and as it turned out, he drew the short straw so he had to bethe one to let people outside of Gryffindor into their common room. As soon asthey were in, Gladys disappeared from next to her, and Glenda once againwondered if she was here because of somebody. She suddenly felt really sheepishand unsure of what to do. She didn’t know most of the Gryffindors and for a second,she thought it would maybe be better to just leave, but then her eyes foundPeter. If Gladys was trying to find someone, she could just go and say hi to Peter.She headed through the crowd and stopped next to Peter. “Hey, nice party youguys threw.”

All day long the guys had been talking about how they couldn't wait for the party tonight. This wasn't exactly out of the ordinary for them though he was still trying to figure out what the occasion was. Normally they threw parties to celebrate a win for a quidditch match or the end of exams but none of those circumstances seemed to be in place for the party tonight. They held a party for winning a match against Hufflepuff last week and the only reason Peter could think of that this party was being thrown was so that James could impress Lily. He was always trying to get her attention and a party was usually the only time Lily wasn't acting so stuck up and could actually be friendly towards all of them. Peter was pretty proud of himself for this quick thinking of his and even if they wouldn't tell him that was the reason he was planning on making sure to help in any way possible.

For once, he ended up getting lucky and wasn't the one waiting outside of the common room letting people in to join the party. Instead, he was with James and Remus as they talked to him as if prepping him for something. They reminded him to have a great time and to be himself and it confused him greatly but he still agreed. Peter listened to their encouragement while watching the portrait swing open and guests enter the common room but tuned them out when he saw Glenda. He could already feel his face turn red, glad to see her there, hoping she would show up at some point.

Their relationship was...hard to explain but he knew he was crushing hard on the Ravenclaw very early on. They were both awkward and shy but she was so pretty and found him fun and interesting and it was like a dream come true. He was sure she just wanted to be friends since he wasn't the one girls showed interest in but he couldn't help that any time she opened her mouth he would hang off her every word and watch her as if nobody else in the world mattered. He was so easily distracted by her and when she entered the common room he didn't even notice that James and Remus slipped away, no longer giving him a pep talk. Peter only snapped out of his daze when Glenda seemed to be walking towards him and turned his head looking for his friends to look casual and not creepy but they were no longer next to him.

Peter nearly jumped when Glenda ended up beside him, trying to keep his friends' words in his mind. Have fun, be yourself, relax. "Oh, hey. Yeah, thanks I'm glad you like it and that you could make it...you just get here?" He asked as if he hadn't just watched her walk in, hoping to Merlin she didn't know that.

;; a fateful day

#;;a fateful day #no gif cause u know....he a rat now

mssglenda·:

The longer Glenda waited by the checkouts, the worse the feeling in her stomach started to rise. She didn’t need a lot after they separated, but the store wasn’t that big and it didn’t take this long to choose a couple of snacks and some chocolate. Peter might have a hard time to choose from a couple of their usual ones (they were always tight on money, buying all of their favorites was never an option), but not this hard. Especially not when he looked like he knew exactly what he wanted to get when he suggested going out to the store anyway.

She wasn’t sure how long she waited at the checkout, but after some time, she decided to head over to the snacks aisle. Maybe Peter got into some fight over the last piece of chocolate because he wanted to bring her her favorite – it wouldn’t be the last time it happened. She loved him for it, but really, she would have loved to make this horrible feeling in her stomach disappear, she could do without her favorite chocolate as long as everything was fine. Her heart was beating hard when she turned onto the aisle, but nobody was there aside from an older man who was trying to gather some chocolate bars that he probably accidentally swiped off of the shelf.

The feeling in her stomach only got worse, but Glenda tried to silence it – they must have missed each other. Peter took another route to the checkouts and now he was waiting for her there and they would laugh about their clumsy ways once they get home. She did pick up her pace back to the checkouts, though. But nothing. Peter was nowhere.

Something was wrong and at that moment Glenda panicked.

She left the shopping cart right there. It was only slowing her down (until now she was pushing it in front of her as she was trying to find Peter), and she started running. She wasn’t even sure where she was heading. She wasn’t thinking. She wasn’t being rational. She just wanted to find Peter and make sure he was ok. She checked a couple of aisles but she could just tell he wasn’t there, and then she headed outside. Her feet did most of the work, she couldn’t think about anything, just Peter being ok. He had to be ok. He needed to be ok. She wouldn’t survive if anything happened to her. As her mind was playing a movie in her head about the most horrible things in her head, she arrived outside, and she couldn’t even register what she was seeing, the next second there was a big blast and she was thrown back against the wall of the store.

She couldn’t see anything, her breathing was hard, ragged, and her back was on fire. She was pretty sure she heard something crack, but she couldn’t tell if it was her wand or if she broke a bone. She didn’t feel pain, but something gave off the voice, not that she cared. She remembered seeing Peter and Sirius for a nanosecond before the blast went off. She didn’t know what went down, what happened, but from whatever happened, if she got the light part of the blast, that meant Peter and Sirius must have been close to it happening, and she needed to get to Peter to make sure he was ok. Help if he was hurt.

She was moving towards them before the smoke cleared. By the time she could see, she got relatively close, and then she noticed Peter was nowhere to be seen, and she stopped dead in her track. She could see Sirius surprisingly unharmed standing not so far away, and if she remembered correctly, Peter was standing close to him, so he was supposed to be somewhere near him (possibly unharmed as well), but he was nowhere to be seen. “Peter… Peter, where are you?” Glenda cried out, her voice breaking at first, not even realizing what she intended as a loud exclamation ended up being barely audible.

She looked around once, twice, three times, but Peter was nowhere to be found. Not on the ground (she would have recognized him by his clothes any day, she could recognize him by anything in the biggest of crowds easily) among the wounded (at least she hoped they were only wounded; some of them looked dead and she didn’t want to think about that), not further away, not near the store, and definitely nowhere near Sirius. She was looking around faster and faster, her panic rising more and more even though she thought it couldn’t get worse. “Sirius, where is Peter? Where the fuck is Peter?”

The blast was powerful, he didn’t realize just how powerful it would be but it was an excellent distraction he had to admit that. Because of it, nobody noticed him casting a slicing charm on himself, painfully cutting off one of his fingers. This was the first thing that came to his mind to secure his safety. If he left a part of his body at the scene then everyone would think he was dead, either from his own hands or from Sirius but either way, nobody could possibly look for him after that. The explosion also distracted from his transformation from human to rat.

He scurried off and he thought to himself that this was the perfect plan, he practically thought of it right on the spot but everything seemed to be working out for him. He tried not to think about the screams of pain from anyone who witnessed his argument with Sirius, the injured people, the people who might be dead. The only thing on Peter’s mind was that he had to get away from Sirius, figure out what to do next now that he knows that he betrayed their best friends. He considered going back to the Potters place, making sure that there was no trace of him ever being there (he had been shouting it was Sirius who got them killed after all, but if there was evidence he had anything to do with this they’d find it). His mind was racing trying to figure out where his little rat feet should take him in order to remain safe when he heard it.

“Peter… Peter, where are you?”

Suddenly he was pulled back to reality. Glenda. How could he be so consumed by everything going on that he completely forgot about Glenda? Now he was scared, even more scared than he was before. Peter had no problems with people thinking he died, making random bystanders think that he blew himself up or that his best friend did it but how could he think leaving Glenda was okay? He wanted to transform back, tell her that he was still here and that he was alright but also he didn’t want to face her with this colossal fuck up. He was terrified of what she would say, or what Sirius would do knowing that he was still alive, he couldn’t possibly turn back.

Instead, he hid, listening to her voice echo through the streets as she called out for him. His heart was breaking listening to every pain-filled shout in hopes that he was alright. She couldn’t find out, he couldn’t allow the love of his life to know what he did and thought that maybe, this was the best solution. He didn’t deserve her after all, the pure kindness and light that radiated off of her. Not when he was a traitor and a killer, not when this was his solution to that and thought leaving her alone was his only way out. So he stayed hidden, the commotion more than enough to allow a simple rat go undetected during this time of night but he continued to watch Glenda as she screamed at Sirius in panic, trying to find out where he was and not knowing she wasn’t going to find him.

;; a fateful day

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They got dressed relatively quickly and headed out to buy everything they needed to make dinner. Some people might have said it was reckless given the circumstances, but they’ve learned over the past couple of years that they couldn’t stop living completely. They couldn’t just lock themselves into their apartment and not do anything until the war ended (if it was ever going to end, that is). That didn’t mean, however, that they were not tense or on alert. Glenda made sure to slip her wand into her pocket in case something happened, and she could see Peter doing the same thing. Sometimes she wondered if there would ever be a time when they didn’t have to do this when they went outside. If they would ever stop feeling like they are in danger, even in their own apartment sometimes.

He didn’t hold her hand as they headed through the supermarket, and she wasn’t surprised. He usually did, but he seemed extremely tense tonight, and she didn’t want to force anything. She could understand, why he was on edge – things have been getting more and more bloodier lately, and he was most likely looking around, paying attention to their surroundings and getting ready to jump in if anything was out of place. While she was also doing that, trying to make sure nothing was amiss around them, that they weren’t going to get ambushed all of a sudden, but while he was quiet, she was talking. It was funny – how when she was younger, whenever she was anxious or nervous or on edge, she shut down and at best she could be stuttering, and now whenever Peter was around and she was nervous, she was exactly the opposite. She had to talk, even if it was just about ingredients and the food she was hoping to be making that night.

When he spoke, she whipped around, her heart beating out of her chest for a second that something happened, and when he was only telling her he was going to head back to get some snacks because they missed the aisle, she let out a long, relieved sigh. She was being paranoid, and it showed. “Yeah, of course. Get some chocolate for me, please?” she sent him a puppy face before she smiled softly at him. “I love you too,” she added as he gave her a kiss on her cheek and turned back to the cart and the aisle she was looking at. She stopped rambling or at least reduced it to a small mutter as she headed along the isles and put everything in the cart, and then headed to the checkout. She pulled to the side to wait for Peter to catch up with her so they can quickly pay and head back home. She just wanted to get home and be able to properly breathe again.

Peter was partially regretting leaving Glenda in the grocery store all alone but he was well aware of what horrible things may happen if Sirius showed up and the two of them were together. He was sure by now his friend must have found out what he had done and it was only a matter of time before Peter was tracked down. There was no way he would let Glenda endure any of this and he wasn’t sure how he would be able to handle seeing the look on her face once she discovered what he had done. He tried to get as far as possible but he didn’t get as far as he would have liked before he heard his full name being shouted from down the street and could see Sirius who was aggressively marching over, had found him. “Sirius...please, let me explain.”

"I don’t want a hear a damn thing from you traitor! I’ll kill you for what you did to James and Lily!” Sirius shouted as he got closer to Peter, making him back away with his hands up defensively as if Sirius was going to start throwing punches. He continued to shout as he got closer and closer to Peter, causing a scene which wasn’t unexpected given the situation at hand. Through the death threats and the repetition of things like “we trusted you!” and “I thought you were our friend!” that made Peter feel more guilt than he already did, he kept trying to explain himself. He had to try and talk over Sirius which just made the scene they were causing even worse and they started to draw the attention of others.

There were people starting to swarm as they heard the commotion going on between Peter and Sirius, some muggles, some wizards hearing the death threats Sirius was shouting while Peter tried to shout over him. Peter felt terrified thinking about what he might have to do at this moment because he didn’t want to fight Sirius in order to defend himself but the anger in his friend’s voice meant this shouting match might not last forever. All he wanted to do was talk, tell him he was scared about what might happen to him had he said no to Voldemort, scared what might happen to Glenda. He wished that if Sirius would just pause and listen to him, he would understand that Peter was scared for his life and as much as he loved Lily and James, he couldn’t bring himself to put their lives over his own. Unfortunately, Sirius had been through so much during this war, no longer even speaking to Remus because of how little he trusted him, it was clear no explanation would be good enough.

So as the crowd drew near, Peter’s eyes quickly darted back and forth between the people surrounding them and Sirius in hopes that Glenda hadn’t decided to look for him and find herself in the swarm of people. He was sure he was either going to be arrested or killed in a matter of moments and that cause he began shouting lies for everyone to hear. “You betrayed them, Sirius! Lily and James were our best friends and you sold them out and killed them!” He wasn’t sure what he would accomplish by saying these things for everyone to hear but it just came out. He was going to die tonight he could already tell and maybe screwing over Sirius like this wasn’t something a friend should do but Peter had been betraying everyone he cared about lately so maybe that was just the path he was destined to take.

Sirius hadn’t even pulled out his wand yet, possibly frozen from his rage and confusion or maybe not wanting a crowd of people to witness what he had hunted Peter down for in the first place. Whatever his reason being, it gave time for Peter to take out his own wand, not one hundred percent sure what he was planning to do with it just yet but he continued to shout blame at Sirius to give him some time to think. He was walking down a dark road, the only thought in his mind was that if Sirius wasn’t going to kill him now he might as well do it himself, or at least pretend to. Things were getting out of hand and before he could think of all the downsides with his plan or think of a better one (because thinking on his feet was never his strong suit) he cast a blasting curse, changing into his animagus form in the midst of the explosion trying not to focus too hard on the destruction he caused.

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The two of them spent the entire day decorating, and there was a moment when Glenda stopped and did nothing but watch Peter hang some of the decoration, and wondered what she has ever done to deserve this life. Sure, things were shit, she wasn’t trying to convince herself blatant and obvious lies. War was going on, everyone was terrified, nobody was sure if their loved ones would get home the next day. That was a given. But if she looked through that, looked through the nights they both spent awake, terrified of somebody breaking down their door or horrified about what happened to their friends, fear and paranoia being so strong that talking to somebody knew was a risk and they preferred not to do it because you can never know, they had a relatively good life. They found each other, they loved each other, they provided such support for one another that was indescribable and so so important in this time, and most importantly, they managed to find those happy moments in between the strife.

This day ended up being one of those happy moments – or rather happy days in this case. It was quiet and just the two of them and they didn’t do anything life changing or extra. They simply decorated their apartment, spent time together, laughed here and there, talked about anything but the war (Glenda noticed that both of them paid a lot of attention to not bring anything related to that up), and it felt nice. Relieving, refreshing. For a couple of hours, they managed to pretend shit wasn’t real. Nothing else mattered just them and Glenda loved it. She loved him.

Once they were done with the decoration, they transitioned to their bed and they were trying to look for something to watch on the tv they bought a couple of months ago for themselves to enjoy, but nothing seemed to be really catching their eyes. Her hands were wrapped around his torso and with their legs were intertwined, Glenda felt like she could fall asleep like this if she really wanted to, she wouldn’t need to big of a push. And then she felt his eyes on her and she looked up, curious what he had in his mind.

“Oh, that sounds like a good idea,” she smiled at him and propped up onto her forearm to give him a soft kiss. “Do you want me to go with you? We could buy some stuff and make something for dinner? Actually, you know how we talked about trying to make pizza from scratch again? I know the last one turned out not the best but I found a good new recipe and I think I could make it work.” Her brain was already working again, trying to remember where she put the recipe she got from her mother while also thinking about what they had at home and what they needed to buy. She was sitting up, looking at her stay-at-home clothes. “Gonna change real quick and then we can go, just give me 5 minutes.”

He wanted to tell her no, tell her she should stay home instead of going with him but telling her no was just impossible. First, he didn’t have a good excuse for why she couldn’t come besides the obvious fact she might find out that he had gotten his best friends and their child killed. Second, saying no to her broke his heart. He didn’t want her to get suspicious and stammering our reasons he should go alone was the easiest way for that to happen. It didn’t help that she was already jumping out of bed to change her clothes and get ready. Glenda was so excited and seeing that happiness was killing him because there was no way that was going to last through the night.

So he agreed, he got dressed as well (slipping his wand into his pocket just in case) and the two of them went out to the store to buy the ingredients they needed to make their own pizza. Peter was shifting around uneasily as they walked through the store. Instead of walking hand in hand with Glenda he was walking a few steps behind her, his hands in his pocket occasionally pulling his hand out to look at the time on his watch and hoping he didn’t look as uneasy as he felt. He had every right to be this worried about being out in public, during a war who knows when something would happen. He always felt safer in their apartment but out in the world, anything could happen at any moment.

He heard Glenda talking but he was in his mind too much to fully make out what she was asking, he agreed a few times saying yeah, sure, that’s fine, though he was always looking around him as if he was expecting someone to jump out at him. “Hey Glenda uh…” he started, looking as if he had come to his senses finally and was no longer in his own little world. “We passed the snack aisle, right? I spaced and didn’t even grab anything, you keep going I’ll-I’ll meet you back at the checkout. Promise, I love you.” He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before he started backing away, moving fast enough that she wouldn’t be able to tell him she was coming with him. He needed to be alone and he needed to get out of this store before someone found him and something bad happened.

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Glenda wrapped her arms around his shoulder as he came over and smiled at him when he pulled up the mask from her face. She kissed him back and giggled when he started kissing along her jaw, dropping her head back as she laughed and tightened her hold on him. When he spoke again, she was beaming. She loved him so much and felt so lucky to have found him this young in her life. She heard her dad and her mom tell stories about their dating fails and how hard it was for her dad in the beginning and that is what she was expecting, instead, she somehow managed to find him and love him and have him in her life and she couldn’t ask for anything more.

There was something weird in his voice, however, something she couldn’t quite place but she assumed it was somehow connected to the war. It had to be. “Hey, hey, hey,” she said as he went for the box, going after him and pulling him towards her. She found his gaze and held it close. “I love you. I love you more than anything in the world, and we’re going to be ok.” She cupped his cheek in her palm and caressed his cheek with her fingers. She leaned in and kissed him softly before she added. “We’re going to be okay. Not sure how things will go down, what will happen next, but we will pull through it, ok?” She just wanted to see him less worried, less tense. She knew it was impossible, but it was a nice dream. The war over, everyone being able to relax and not live in fear anymore and her boy smiling genuinely, without any sort of tension in the back of his mind.

“Okay,” she said kissing him again quickly, “I am going to go eat real quick, and then we’ll make the place spooky.” She gave him one last kiss and headed over to the food. She grabbed a fork and wandered back to the table, pushing herself up onto the table instead of sitting in the chair, and watched as Peter was looking through the decoration. “I was thinking, you know that fake pumpkin we have? What if we use a little magic and make the light in it change colors this time? Like every hour or so it changes to another random color – it might not be too spooky but it could look cool and we could make everything else spooky?”

Peter knew he worried her and wished he hadn’t worded his sentence the way he did. He never wanted to make Glenda worry about anything if he could have things his way all the things she wanted she would have and live without a care in the world. But she had to deal with too much and he was just adding to it. “I know, I didn’t mean anything by it. I just love you so much and like letting you know.” He replied, a grin on his face as he stroked her hand that was cupping his face.

After Glenda ate, they spent the whole day getting the apartment looking ready for Halloween. They went with Glenda’s idea of having the lights in the jack o lantern change colours (because how could he say no to her?) and covered the walls with cobwebs fake blood and enchanting spiders and the sound of thunderstorms for that Halloween atmosphere. Peter admired all their hard work, wondering if this would be the last time he would get to see it. The sun was setting and it was getting harder and harder for him to ignore what was going to happen that night. He didn’t have all the details but Halloween night had been brought up as the time to strike. Glenda had successfully distracted him for most of the day with this project of theirs but now he had to prepare himself for what was to come.

How would Sirius and Remus react when they found out that he sold out Lily and James? They might just apparate right over there the second they found out and kill him themselves. He didn’t want Glenda to be around for their reaction, he didn’t want her to see him for what he truly was. All Peter wanted was to continue to feel like a good person like how he felt when she was with him but now he couldn’t even believe in himself like she did. There was really nothing to believe in when he knew how he tried to save his own ass. Thinking about this was going to eat him alive and as it got later and later he got even antsier and he knew he had to get out of there.

The two of them were cuddled up on the couch, flipping through channels and unable to find anything good to watch. Clearing his throat he wanted to say something but wasn’t sure what just yet. But Glenda looked at him waiting for the words to come so he had to say something. “You hungry?” He asked casually, nothing out of the ordinary for sure. “I’m starved, really craving some sweets. I can go out, get us some snacks if you’d like?”

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Glenda let out a soft chuckle and walked over to the sink to dump the last remainings of the coffee. “Glad I managed to stop you from getting poisoned by my horrible coffee,” she smiled and caressed his back as she passed him. She stopped next to him, leaning against the counter and looking into the pan, and just as if on cue, her stomach grumbled loudly. She chuckled again. “You are saving my stomach with this, I hope you know that,” she said with a smile and gave him a quick kiss on his shoulder.

She looked over at their place. It was bare, they really only had what was most necessary in there. They couldn’t afford to have nice decorations on the walls or anywhere else, and Glenda knew that for some people this would have been a problem. Glenda didn’t really care, though. She didn’t even think at one point that this would be possible, that the two of them would be able to be living together, and the fact that they could made her giddy and happier than anything. She didn’t need anything on the walls or on the table or anywhere in the apartment, as long as Peter was there, it was all okay. “Yeah, we should do it. Bring some Halloween into this place.” They didn’t really have anything to celebrate, they didn’t let kids come trick or treat, but these were the kind of things that Glenda felt like they should do to not let the war win. They could spend the entire day in a bad mood, worrying over what would happen next, what bad news they would get next (and she would do that in some shape or form, because it was something that she could not fully push out of her mind, and she believed nobody would be able to at this point), or they could celebrate a little and spend a nice day in the mids of the crazy.

She looked back at the pan and then up at him. “I can get the box we have while you finish this.” She took one last smell of the food before pushing herself away from the counter. “That smells amazing, can’t wait to taste it,” she said as she walked backward before she turned around. She quickly pushed her papers on the floor together, arranged them in a big pile and placed it on the table before she headed off to get the box. Some of the decoration they had were handmade and some they bought recently, and just looking at them Glenda got excited. She loved any kind of decorations, they had such strong tradition in her family ever since she could remember and it meant so much to her that Peter and she were doing the same thing. She put the box down onto the table and pulled out a pumpkin mask, held it in front of her face and looked at Peter with it. “How do I look?” she asked, tilting her head.

Peter accepted the soft touches, the loving kisses just for being close enough for her to kiss. It was comforting and safe for him to be there with her in their hidden apartment, away from everyone, away from harm. The thought that it would last never popped into his head once, unfortunately. He knew what was coming even if Glenda was completely clueless about the horrible things he has done. Maybe he didn’t deserve the treatment she gave him but he was going to enjoy every last second of it before it faded away forever.

Inspecting the eggs he had made, he was pretty sure they were done and immediately transferred them from the griddle to a couple of plates for the two of them. “Here ya go scrambled eggs for my lovely, hardworking girlfriend. Come and get it!” he chimed, turning his head around so she can hear him more clearly. Everything just felt so normal and he wondered why he couldn’t let his mind stop worrying about...well everything. All he wanted to do was relax but the fear overtook his mind every second his thoughts drifted. Waiting for Glenda, he decided to dig in for himself, keep his brain occupied with thoughts about eating and decorating and not at all on the thoughts of James and Lily or how Sirius or Remus would react when they find out what he’s done.

At the sound of Glenda’s voice, Peter turned to look at her with the mask on and he put his hand over his heart with a big grin on his face as if he was falling in love with her all over again. “Utterly beautiful, as always,” he replied, walking over to her and wrapping his arms around her waist. Pulling up the mask from her face, he pressed his lips against hers before playfully kissing her all along her jaw and cheeks.

“I love you so, so much, you know that? I’m so lucky to have you.” Peter murmured against her lips, sounding almost like he was reassuring her as if he didn’t say it enough. He said it all the time though because he did love her and he was lucky and even though he didn’t intend it to, it sounded like he wasn’t going to get the chance to say it ever again. He finally pulled away and smiled at her before looking down at the box of decorations she had brought along with her to see what they had to work with. “Okay, go get your food and let's get started. I want this place to look extra spooky by the end of the day.”

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Glenda closed her eyes for a second as Peter gave her a kiss in her head and then turned her head up to give him a soft smile. “Next time you can’t sleep, just wake me up. I can keep you company.” She knew he wouldn’t, she offered him the same thing several times already but he never once woke her up, but she needed him to know that she was serious about it and if he needed, she was there for him day and night. She never thought she could ever feel like this about anyone, love anyone as much as she loved Peter, and here they were living together and he made her feel like things would be ok, no mattter what happens - despite being in constant danger and being in the middle of a war, which was a huge thing in her oppinion.

She gave him a warm smile when he offered to make her breakfast. He knew her way too well - she wasn’t sure what time it is, but it was around dawn when she woke up this morning full of ideas and half done lines and connections she wanted to make in her article, so she didn’t even bother wasting time with making breakfast, she went straight for the coffee and then jumped into writing. She needed this article to be the best she ever wrote. “Scrambled eggs sound amazing, actually, thank you. I love you.” She leaned up and turned halfway around to give him a couple of quick kisses to thank him before she turned back to the floor of mess she made over the last couple of hours.

It took her a couple of minutes to dig up a paper she was looking for and needed for the last paragraph and after reading it through a few times and then rereading what she wrote before, she started writing the conclusion. It took her about fifteen minutes, and when she was done, she did a silent victory fist bump into the air. She then reached for her mug to drink the rest of her coffee, but one sip was enough to make her grimace and not want to drink the rest of it for sure. Cold coffee was not good. And maybe she sucked at making coffee in general. “If you haven’t drank from the coffee yet, don’t,” she said as she pushed herself up from the ground and stretched.

“I know, I know. I just don’t like bothering you when you look that peaceful. That’s enough to relax me anyway.” He sighed, not wanting to disturb her but knowing by now he should be comfortable enough to wake her when something was wrong. As long as he knew she was next to him than he usually was fine but the stress of falling back to sleep to do it all over again wasn’t part of his game plan.

He practically lit up at the words I love you, even for something so small as making her some breakfast, the words always seemed to make his heart beat faster after all this time. Peter truly did love Glenda, everything about her was just perfection in his eyes and she was the best thing to ever happen to him. He was going through a lot right now and most of his concerns he couldn’t bring up to her in fear that she would hate him or worry even more. The fact that he still had her though was incredible and made his internal struggles just a tad bit easier to bear. I mean, she was a brave, intelligent, driven and caring girl, what more could he ask for?

The bundle of kisses that followed made it difficult for him to tear himself away to start cooking. He just wanted to sit there and return kiss after kiss but he knew if that happened they would both starve and he couldn’t have that. So with a groan, he pushed himself up went straight to the kitchenette while Glenda’s focus returned to her work. Easily he pulled out everything he needed to start cooking, he was contemplating pouring a little coffee before Glenda told him not to. “Thank god I didn’t I was this close to making the biggest mistake of my life.” He joked, disposing of the coffee immediately before focusing on the eggs. “Do you think we should start decorating the place soon? I mean it is Halloween and we haven’t even touched the decorations that we bought,” Peter called over to Glenda as he cooked, glancing around at the bare walls and ceiling. Even if they were too afraid to make their apartment visible to the public, keeping it hidden with magic, they could still celebrate the spooky holiday with decorations.

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Glenda was completely wrapped up in working on her article – she was working on a piece about the similarities and the differences between the witch hunts of the Middle Ages and the war they were living in now. It was one of the biggest pieces she’s ever done (or attempted, since she wasn’t completely finished with it yet), and it was also a trial article. Her boss told her that if she wrote a well-rounded article with good points and an interesting narrative, she would get more serious assignments in the future, which is all exactly what she wanted.

For about the last thirty minutes she was not paying attention to her surroundings at all – that’s what always happened when she reached the end phase of writing an article, she got so into the zone, a bomb could go off next to her, she wouldn’t even notice that -, so she didn’t notice when Peter came out of their bedroom and came behind her, only noticing when he spoke next to her ear.

She jumped slightly in her sitting and when she realized who it was, she let out a nervous chuckle and leaned back against him and gave him a small kiss onto his cheek as she waited for her heart to calm down from the initial scare. “Morning, did you sleep well?” she asked, hoping he didn’t spend the entire night tossing and turning like he did for the last couple of nights. After years of being together, she could see the stress in him, how much he didn’t want to show it to her, but it was not surprising. In the middle of a war, who wasn’t stressful? The only solace she took was when she was with him – no matter how bad things were, with him, things didn’t seem so bad, so dark all the time. He was one of the few people who could make her forget about all of the craziness that was outside of their apartment’s walls, even if just for a little while.

“And no, not really, I am getting ready to finish it by now, but if you want to, you can be the first to read it once I am done,” she offered with a smile and gave him another kiss. “I left you some coffee in the pot. It’s probably cold, I made it I think about an hour, hour and a half ago? Not sure, but it’s still coffee.”

Glenda was Peter’s only saving grace at this point, the light at the end of a very dark tunnel he had gotten lost in. Merlin, how did he get so lucky to find the love of his life at such a young age? She was everything to him but here he was, lying to her, forgetting to let her in on one little detail about what was about to transpire that night. He wanted to do his best to act like nothing was wrong but he was well aware that all hell would break loose and how could he forget about it? At the very least he pushed it to the back of his mind, thinking he would much rather focus on Glenda more than anything else.

When she asked how he slept, his first instinct was to lie, tell her that he was fine and slept brilliantly. She already knew he had trouble sleeping before so there was no point pretending the problem had suddenly vanished. “Ah, not really but I managed to clock a couple hours in. I got to watch you sleeping so peacefully too so it wasn’t all bad.” At least there was one thing he wasn’t lying about. He gave her a kiss on the top of the head to try and calm any nerves she might have about his lack of sleep. “I would absolutely love to read it, prolly gonna be the best article I’ll ever read and not just cause I don’t read a lot of articles.” Peter joked with a grin. He let out a sigh, gently rubbing Glenda’s shoulders as he tried to decide if a mug of cold coffee would make him feel any less exhausted.

“Maybe I’ll pass on the coffee for now. I can uh, make some breakfast if you want? Scramble up some eggs while you finish up if you’re hungry. I’m guessing you’ve been so focused you forgot to eat something.”

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These days were mostly spent tense and quiet. Everyone worried over what was happening, what kind of news they were going to receive next, if they will be able to see their family, friends again or they are going to be among the next victim of the war. For the longest time Glenda tried looking at the positives, tried focusing on the good things – that she managed to get her family to safety before things got too out of hand and she knew they were ok, that she had Peter and they were planning their future together, that most of her friends were, for better word, surviving at least -, but even for her it was hard at this point.

That day she got up at the crack of dawn, Peter still sleeping soundly next to her and she quietly slipped out of his hands and from their room and settled onto the floor in the kitchen. They had a small one-bedroom apartment with a kitchen and a bathroom, and whenever she decided to work while she was home, she ended up on the kitchen floor with different sheets of paper scattered all around her. That was the best way for her to work and do her research and no matter how many other positions she tried, she always came back to it. She spent most of the morning working on the article she had to hand in to her editor the next day, her eyes wandering to their bedroom door, listening to see if she could hear anything from Pete. She was glad he could finally sleep in, both of them had such hard time sleeping in the middle of this shitshow, and he needed it.

Peter hadn’t been in his right mind lately, the stress of lying to the people he cared about most in the world keeping him awake at night. He didn’t want anyone to get hurt, but he also didn’t want himself getting hurt either, or worse. He knew what he had done, betrayed the trust of his best friends in the whole world, letting the most powerful dark wizard in on their whereabouts in order to save his own skin. Maybe not just his own, Glenda as well.

He woke up to an empty bed but could hear Glenda’s footsteps in the other room. He let himself lie there for a few moments, eyes glued to the ceiling as the self-loathing took over his mind as it did every day since he became a double agent. Halloween never felt as scary as it did that day because he knew what was coming. Playing dumb was his specialty though, acting like everything was okay when it wasn’t. The war was enough of an explanation and nobody would ever think there was anything more pressing on his mind.

Finally, Peter stepped out of the bedroom, finding Glenda sitting on the floor with her papers scattered everywhere and he just smiled. Watching her work so hard, staying so strong through everything she certainly made it feel like nothing was wrong. He came up behind her and scanned all the different paperwork she had in front of her, not really being able to take anything in from that distance. Bending down next to her, he continued to smile, just wanting to keep the day as normal as any other as opposed to worrying about what was to come.

“Good morning, anything I can help you with?”