Are you gonna eat that?

Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art...It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival. --C.S. Lewis Peter Pettigrew || Ex-Gryffindor || Marauder || Mailroom Bitch & Bus Boy (An RP blog belonging to the APV Universe)

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My Appologies

OOC//

Hello APV, I just wanted to explain. Although I love Peter, school has been more demanding this semester and work has switched up my hours. I feel like I've been spending a lot of time just trying to play catch-up instead of really exploring my characters. In the interest of improving my writing, and really enjoying plot/character development, I'm giving up Peter. If my schedule clears and no one snaps up this complicated character maybe I'll give him a go, but I think for now it would be better for the RP to let someone else have a go at him!!

Love you all <3

Alex

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CLASSICAL ELEMENT SERIES PETER PETTIGREW - EARTH The boy always underfoot, unnoticed and overlooked until it was too late . Earth is one of the four classical elements in ancient Greek philosophy and science. It was commonly associated with the circle of life, death, and ultimately rebirth. (click here for meta)

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Headcanon:

Sometimes Peter is plagued by nightmares. Not wanting to wake Remus up, he will transfigure to his rat form and walk around for hours until he finally passes out somewhere. He often wakes in bizarre places and unfortunately cannot blame it on alcohol.

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More Than One Way Out || Daisy & Peter || January 12th, 1979

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Something in Peter’s tone told her that he didn’t count Skeeter as famous, but Daisy was still sort of impressed. “Is she as mad in person as her articles are?” she asked. The stories she came out with had to be complete rubbish, but they were entertaining, and sometimes it was nice to take a break from the constant terrible news of attacks and disappearances to read the gossip sheets. Though, she supposed, they were probably not amusing for the people she wrote about.

“Right,” she said, her brow furrowing as he explained his problem with the meeting. She’d known it was unsanctioned, and he had mentioned a few times now that Remus, and probably others, didn’t support the whole idea, but she hadn’t really thought about problems it could cause in the longer term. How could she? Daisy had only known about the Order for a matter of days. She didn’t know how things worked, how they made decisions or dealt with problems. She had just had the opportunity to come along, and absolutely was not going to turn it down. “It will be worth it, if we find something, I’m sure.”

“Feel how the ground slants up?”

“Um, right, yeah,” she lied. She didn’t notice any difference. Should she? It seemed to pretty much be as flat as before, there wasn’t much of a feeling of walking up a hill. She did notice that there seemed to be fewer rocks, though, since it had been at least a minute since she’d last tripped over one. She did notice the change in the light in another minute, though, and that was very welcome after nearly an hour wandering through the darkness. Something about having only the light from a wand was unnerving; to have a ring of light but darkness was right beyond it, anything could be there.

Peter could clearly see in the dark better than she could, for she didn’t notice the ladder until he was climbing it. She followed him up into what appeared to be some sort of storage room, filled with boxes and crates. Daisy moved closer to one pile, squinting to make out their labels in the dim room.

“Bertie Botts, Sugar Quills, Jelly Slugs…” Forgetting to keep her voice down, she turned back toward Peter. “Are we in Honeydukes? That is seriously cool!”

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“Um, right, yeah.”

He wasn’t an expert in reading people, but he knew that tone. She had no idea what he was talking about. Great. Feeling like a freak since he had a feeling the reason he knew there was an incline was because he’d traveled in rat form where the elevation was more obvious, he did his best to shrug it off. He had a feeling she wasn’t paying much attention to him though, so he didn’t dwell on it.

Familiarity gave him an added bit of dexterity and he maneuvered ahead of her to draw out the ladder. Setting it against the lip of the trap door, he clambered up, pushing the heavy wooden slats up slowly to help minimize the squeaking. Wanting to be double sure no one heard them, he tugged his wand from his pocket. “Muffliato.” A quick swish and flick and a hush fell around them. Good.

He climbed the rest of the way from the tunnel and then slipped to the side so she could slip out as well. Waiting for her to pass him, he moved back to let the lid down carefully, waiting until the cracks dissolved as only magic would allow before focusing on Daisy. At her delighted exclamation he rolled his eyes, glad he’d thought to muffle the area around them.

“Yes, and that would be why we need to be quiet. If this passage is found and locked down it would be a huge loss.” It wasn’t really an understatement either since she was hardly the only order member locked away in Hogwarts and subject to the rules and regulations of the school. Feeling like the worlds biggest grump, he flushed faintly and apologized. “Sorry.” After all, he’d been completely overwhelmed with excitement when he’d found out that his favorite passage let out in the storeroom for Honeydukes. He’d also helped himself to a few treats on more than a few occasions. Who was he to deny her excitement. It was cool.

He searched his mind for an excuse for his behavior but he didn’t really have any, so he finally just shook his head and led her toward the back door of the storage room. “Come on, time we make our appearance yeah?”

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Run Rabbit Run || The Pack and Peter || January 20th

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Thane barked a laugh, and smirked. “Oh, we don’t want anything from you, beach ball. We just want to see you squirm. People like you should know your place, d’you understand?” Even he isn’t sure whether he’s referring to his status as a wizard, someone who’s not a werewolf, or something else, perhaps his weight or the way he just looks weak. They can’t tell his blood status, not from scent alone – blood is blood, it all spills in the same way. It doesn’t really matter why they’ve picked on him. Deprived of the herds they’re programmed to hunt, (the only herds to be found in the forest are centaurs, and they’re so far removed from anything remotely resembling prey that only a wolf who had lost his mind would hunt them) their normal selection of prey has to be modified, and each hunt differs. If they need extra cashflow, they look for arrogance, for a hefty coin purse, for someone who believes they’re so far above the masses that they won’t notice a little scruffy street child. For food, they look to their Alpha – he selects strong prey, rather than weak, because he knows that he is fitter and stronger than almost all of the population. And on hunts like this… they look for weakness. For a chink in the armour they can tug at, until it all comes away.

He grins, and then Emma delivers a hard kick to the back of his right knee, spinning and kicking the other one out from under him, laughing with delight, like a child playing with a new toy. After all, that’s all Peter is to the restless pack. A new toy, and one they don’t even have to worry about breaking.

“That’s better, porker. Why don’t you snuffle up all that food you dropped? You look like you could use the extra sugar, there’s hardly any fat on you.” The younger pups laugh at that, darting in to pinch at his arms and sides, playing chicken with him, who can pinch the hardest, who can stay the longest. This part of the game shows how important the first step of taking their wand is. Unarmed, all he can do is hope to weather out the storm. Armed, he can run, or, more importantly, he can fight, and an uneven fight weighted against them is not one they’d pick when they’re out looking for fun.

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The insults fell around him like raindrops, coating him in their derision and hate. The ring leader’s smirking reassurance was hardly necessary. The names were enough to tell Peter what he’d stumbled into. He was prey for bored bullies. They didn’t know or care what he had (not that he had anything) and his connections meant even less than his possessions. They wanted to fuck with him, and since they’d taken his wand, they knew they could get away with it.

The snow seeped through his pants instantly, the thin, worn material not much of a barrier against the wet slush they’d forced him into. Porker. So very close to ‘Piggy’. Eight years later and he was still cowering before the bullies of the world, and oh how he hated them. He’d been surprised enough by the sudden loss of his legs that he’d fallen to all fours, but rather than searching for the lost Bertie Bots, he slowly sat up. He couldn’t even escape as a rat. He was well and truly caught.

However before he could even manage to word some sort of protest, cold bony hands with claw-like nails, and the force of malicious delight were pinching at his skin. He shouted in surprise and then bit his tongue, trying not to cry out, recalling a speech from James who’d come upon some Slytherin’s beating him once. They jus’ wanna hear ya’ scream mate. Somehow he had a feeling that ‘not doing anything’ in this scenario was not going to help him out, but he was going to try.

It hurt though. More than hurt, the pain lingered, a tingling burn that would be black and purple bruising in the morning—assuming he made it that long. Something about this particular group did not leave him with a great deal of hope in that direction. When it kept going, he finally flung himself toward the smallest of the group, hoping to offset the girl and scrabble away. He wasn’t above running, Gryffindor or not.

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A Golden Opportunity || Amelia & Peter || Challenge 41

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Amelia exhaled and smiled, a little relieved he’d agreed to accompany her. Honestly, the incessant questions were enough to make her want to go back home and stay there until the novelty wore off, but she knew that wouldn’t work. The best thing she could do was try and get back to her normal life…as normal as anything was these days. 

She didn’t agree that he was getting the better half of their deal, if anything they were equal. This was twice now he’d basically rescued her from an awkward situation and didn’t seem at all bothered by it. He didn’t seem bothered by her. With as few friends as she had, it seemed foolish to take any for granted, best to enjoy those relationships while they lasted. They all ended — either the other person got tired of her, the constant working, the difficulty opening up, the overly blunt approach to things, or Amelia ended up pushing them away because she thought they were tired of her. It as a cycle she’d never been able to break, save for Edgar. 

As he expected, she was set to politely decline his offer of assistance in carrying the paperwork she’d liberated from her office, but his next sentence stopped her short. “Far be it from me to deny such a gallant offer,” she replied, smiling at him again. He was quickly working his way up the list of her favorite marauders, though, to be fair, it wasn’t hard to surpass Sirius. 

"There’s a little coffee shop — Espresso Yourself — not far from here that I visit quite a lot, run by a delightful squib named Marianne. It’s a muggle business, but she’s used to all of us ministry folk. Have you ever been?”

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Glad that his pitch had worked, he shouldered her things with ease and smiled at her. He wasn’t sure why, but every time he met Amelia, it got just a little bit easier to talk to her. She wasn’t like most girls though. She never made him feel like she was judging him, which was foolish since he believed everyone was always judging everyone else. Even the nicest people, like Emmeline and Benjy—they had a system in their head for who they trusted and who they didn’t and why. Given her career choice he found it difficult to imagine Amelia was any different, and yet she was. In his mind anyway.

“No, but it sounds nice.” He said. Given how short on cash he tended to be, he didn’t really have the money to spare on places like the one she’d described but he could splurge once and it would be okay. He moved along quickly beside her, occasionally glancing over at her, but for the most part he kept his attention ahead of them.

He was sure she was sick of people asking her questions, but they bumbled around in his head regardless. What was it like? What did he do? How did you escape? Did he really just let you go? Do you think he's going to come after you again? Are you sure its safe to be up and about right now? Still, the last thing he wanted was to botch their potential friendship, so he avoided the topic and focused on the posted position.

“So…I don’t have any experience as a secretary.” He didn’t really have any experience as anything but a busboy and errand bitch. Still, anything was better than slopping about dirty dishes and filling up condiments for a living. He chewed on his lower lip, dodging around a few people before he rejoined her. “Do you think they’ll even give me a shot?”

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Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot & Prongs || Three Broomsticks | Happy Birthday

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     The chorus came to an unsteady end, each of the Marauders finishing their lines at different times. Sirius cracked a brilliant smile

     ”A challenge! I’ll make you regret the day you said that, Wormtail! Birthday or not, you are going down." Sirius plucked the shot from Remus’ fingers, careful not to brush his own skin against his friend’s. Eyes moved over each of the Marauders with a cautionary glance. "For tonight we will separate the men from the boys. The sissies from the macho men. Tonight we will drink until our eyes close and eyes and we vomit and pass out, covered in our own piss. Who’s with me?"

     Sirius rose his shot glass in the air to clink against the others before downing it in a gulp. 

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"While I think I’ll pass on the vomit and piss, I could go for the other quite happily."  He grinned and lifted the shotglass, tossing back the contents in a single mouthful and wincing as it burned it’s way down into his chest. 

Setting the glass down on the table with a ‘thud’ he sighed in pleasure and shook his head, running his hands back through his hair, “Gods I fuckin needed this.  Feel like it’s been one thing after another lately.  Been far too long since we all just relaxed tagether.”  He shook his head, “Knew leavin’ Hogwarts would change things an I think we’ve done a damned good job’a stayin close, but still… ain’t the same anamore is it?”

He shook his head, lifting a fag to his lips and taking a deep breath, “Ugh, listen ta me.  Sound like a bleedin skirt.  Moons where’s the next round.  Tell me ya brought the bottle.”

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As per usual, Remus spent a good amount of effort observing others. The dimmed lights cast an eerie glow over them, cutting shadows across their faces and bringing them closer together. Their standard competitive nature came out, and it made Remus smile with its familiarity. He spoke to all of them, en masse, avoiding to address Padfoot specifically noting the careful picking of the shot glass. "You realize there’s never any prize for these challenges, eh? I think I’ll stick with Prongs tonight." Despite his caution, however, he took James up on the idea of another round. "We might as well have a running start tonight," he laughed to himself. 

The next round he brought over included the bottle, per Prongs’ request. He set the tiny glasses down, however, and flicked his wand over the rims. The shot glasses lit up with purple flame. "Cheers," he said again. When he took the shot, the fire licked his lips, and turned instantly into a sweet yellow flame cooling on his tongue. "James, of course you’re getting sentimental, mate, you’re about to be a married man. I think it’s safe to say that it’s business as usual for me, not much has changed, but you — " he pointed a wagging finger, "we probably won’t recognize you come this time next year." Nagging on him was all in good fun, and offered jokingly as if to say, ‘it’ll be alright. We’ll be here next year, all of us.’ 

He still hadn’t told them of what happened during the course of January’s full moon. He couldn’t yet. He still didn’t know himself. Grim news was best taken with details. Catastrophe. Nothing to worry about. It was still a flip of the coin.

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He snorted and downed another shot without hesitation. I am so going to fucking regret this. He thought even as an easier grin curved his lips. Fuck the war. Tonight was his birthday. He glanced at James, the words mirror to many of his own thoughts. They’d all changed. They were friends—but were they? Everything seemed different now. He knew it wasn’t just him. “Spoilsport.” He taunted when Remus denied the challenge still hanging in the air, though there was nothing serious in his tone. It wasn’t uncommon for his friend to be more reasonable than Sirius and James after all.

He chuckled when James’ upcoming nuptials (unscheduled but imminent in his mind anyway) were mentioned. “Which is why he’s not joinin’ the challenge. Probably afraid Lily would scold him while he was praisin’ the porcelain God. I know I would be.” Peter confessed, reaching out to grab a chip from the basket in the center of the table.

He frowned at the table trying to imagine James as an upstanding, married member of the wizarding community and shook his head. “I still can’t picture it. Of the three of us, how did he end up being the most responsible? He could have a kid in a year! James Potter…with a baby! Fuck I need another drink.” Peter said flagging the waitress, and he was only half joking, because deep down in that place that begun to simmer and churn with discontent, he was ever more aware of how very envious he was of James Potter.