The Cowardly Marauder

[peter-aka-wormy]

WHO: Antonin Dolohov and Peter Pettigrew WHEN: Saturday, March 18th, 1978. WHERE: The Room of Requirement

“Damn. Have you always looked like that? Nice ass, Dolohov”

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gidecns‌:

“Hey —” Gideon looked indignant. “I was playing with that!”

“You looked like you were gonna hit me, man”

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missxmarymac‌:

Mary hadn’t been sleeping well since … Maybe all year. Maybe since Mulciber hurt her in the first place. She’d tried all her usual tricks and nothing had helped so far - well, she supposed she hadn’t yet tried climbing into bed with Lily or Marlene. But Lily had her own troubles and Marlene didn’t need to know how bad it was. So Mary just grabbed a book and headed to the common room, curling up on the couch in front of the fire so she could see and be a little warmer. When Peter’s voice interrupted the silence, her head snapped up quickly. “Peter? No, I’m fine, I don’t need anything. What are you doing up? Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

How did one go about saying ‘I spend most night in my illegal animagus form wandering around the castle because I have anxiety induced insomnia’ without actually saying it? “I can’t get to sleep” he supplied. A completely transparent response but it would probably do for now, “Do you mind if I keep you company since both of us are up? Um....what are you reading? And is that what’s keeping you up or....?”

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floconstable‌:

“What –” Flo huffed, impatiently. “What do you mean, ‘why would I be looking for you’? You stepped on my flower!”

“Your flower? There’s a bunch of flowers around here though. Was I supposed to avoid the one that was just yours? How would I have known which one was yours?”

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moony-themarauder‌:

Remus laughed at the analogy, supposing that from Peter’s perspective walking with the Marauders might be like walking with giants. It was an exaggeration of course, but every so often Remus, James, and Sirius needed a reminder to slow down so that Peter might be able to keep up with their longer strides. The night of the full moon was even worse, running through the woods in the moonlight with poor Peter trying to keep up with the rest of them. “Tell me, Wormtail, do you get enough sunlight all the way down there?” Remus teased back.

Still smiling to himself, Remus fell quiet as Peter rattled on and on with his questions. Usually, Remus was fairly good at keeping track of them all, and answering them nearly in order once Peter stopped for breath, but this time his attention caught on one small piece of information. “Wait. Did you say you’re failing?” Remus asked, stopping in his tracks, his hand resting on Peter’s shoulder as he turned to face him. “Since when?”

“I’d say I have definitely gotten paler since the growth spurt that suddenly hit you three” Peter replied, playing into Remus joke. At only 5′7 there was a considerable difference between Peter and his friends. It only came up when they were walking anywhere quickly or there was a mix up in the laundry. In fact, he could very fondly remember a couple of mishaps where one of the boys had grabbed his tee by mistake and had only discovered it when going to move their arms above their head. If he remembered correctly Sirius had absolutely thrived. 

“Oh no! No, no, no. Not anymore. Where do you think I was the entire first half of this school year? I pulled a Gideon Prewett and went practically bald pulling my hair out in the library but I managed to finally get caught up. I think the only NEWTs I’ll score high enough in to really have matter are Divination, Care of Magical Creatures and Transfiguration but at least that’s something, right?” Peter said in attempt to quell Remus immediate concern. His parents didn’t really see him as more than just a mouth to feed, so the only people he had in this world to feel proud of him was his best friends. He’d worked so hard to not let them down and at least now he was on the right track towards graduation. 

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moony-themarauder‌:

Remus laughed at Peter’s joke, finding that to do so did well to clear his head of some of the worst symptoms that plagued him in the days leading up to the full moon. Perhaps that was why he preferred the company of his fellow Marauders, as they were always joking and laughing at one thing or another. Even Peter, arguably the most timid of the group, had a sense of humor to rival the rest of them if he could only get a word in edgewise.

“I suppose it’s only fair that since my height ruined our ability to use the cloak, I took on the role of prefect.” As if being a prefect were some sort of chore and not an honor that Remus greatly appreciated being entrusted with. Not for a moment in his time at Hogwarts had he ever thought the professors would give the role to someone in his condition, much less someone with his record for getting into trouble. “You know, I ought to use the map for Prefect rounds. I could keep an eye on things from the Common Room and wouldn’t have to wonder about the castle like this at all.” 

Peter smiled fondly at the memory of the first time all of them tried to fit beneath the cloak together and had realized that they couldn’t do it anymore. It had seemed that the others had grown so much over that summer. He could remember literally running at one point to try and keep up with a crowd of people with far longer legs than his own. Back then he had been annoyed by it, but now he thought of it as one of those things that defined their unlikely friendship. “It’s not all your fault, you know. Walking around with you lot is liking walking around in the woods” 

“You know, that’s actually kind of brilliant. But then wouldn’t the others get suspicious? I mean.....aren’t you supposed to have a partner or something? Aren’t you supposed to have one right now? Who was assigned to work with you anyway? I won’t get another detention for being with you, right? Because I was failing almost everything and I’m super close to being caught up and I might actually graduate but I don’t think I can actually do it if I get another detention and then you guys would be disappointed in me and my parents probably would be disappointed in me if they even noticed.....”

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Who: Peter Pettigrew & Mary MacDonald  @missxmarymac When: February 28, 1978. Late Evening/Very Early Morning.   Where: Gryffindor Common Room

Whoever perpetuated the rumor that rats were lazy and did nothing but sleep was out of their mind. At least that’s what Peter thought. Sleeping was difficult when one battled near constant anxiety and a knowledge that it was easier for scary things to hide in plain sight while in the dark. Most of the time Peter spent the evening hours wandering the castle as a rat though tonight he was surprised to rise and find Mary sitting awake on one of the couches in the commons. “Mary?” he questioned softly, approaching the girl slowly, “Are you okay? What’s wrong? Do you want a blanket?”

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omnia-vcnitas‌:

“Is it supposed to look like that?”

“It’s a pack of cigarettes, Vanity. Is it supposed to look a particular way?” 

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floconstable‌:

“Hey – not you – I’ve been looking for you!” 

“Me? Why would you be looking for me?”

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moony-themarauder‌:

Remus waited patiently while Peter considered the idea of following him on Prefect rounds, a slow smile tugging at his lips despite himself. “You sure?” He asked with a small laugh, clasping his friend’s shoulder in good humor. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Remus assured him, though he began walking down the corridor anyway. He was never as pushy as James and Sirius were when trying to convince their friends to break the rules, but Peter was quite hesitant and Remus already running late. Besides, it wasn’t as if he was really breaking the rules. Remus was allowed out for patrol, and Peter was under his supervision. It was bending the rules a bit, maybe, but hardly the worst thing they’d ever done. 

Peter’s question caught him off guard but made Remus smile. “I’d think you’d know by now, considering how often we’ve nearly been caught by Prefects over the years.” He teased, but his words lacked any true malice. “Patrol, mostly.” He answered with a shrug. “There’s a sweeping sort of method to it, I suppose, so that we can catch any students out of bed.” Remus flashed his friend a wry smile. “But I think we both know it isn’t always the most effective.”

The problem with Peter was that he often didn't recognize sarcasm and teasing right away. Really, one could never be too sure with the friends that he had in the first place. It seemed with Sirius at least that he only ever spoke if he had something sarcastic or witty to say. Damn him and his stupid charm and pretty face. Due to this lack of understanding Peter couldn't help his moment of panic. This was Remus though, and Remus most of all would do nothing to hurt him in any sort of way. They were closer than the others he thought. They'd been friends first, after all.

He fell into step beside his friend, used to having to walk quicker steps when he was beside him than he would normally because of the height difference between them. Now that he definitely knew he was teasing, Peter could smile at his fellow marauder. "In the school's defense, by the time we all no longer fit under the cloak anymore we had the map and you were a prefect"

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amycxscxrrxw‌:

adbellatrix‌:

Where: The East Tower | Who: @amycxscxrrxw & @peter-aka-wormy  

Getting ahold of Peter’s class schedule was extremely easy. The registration office, bless them, knew better than to question a Black’s demand. After all, portraits of the Board hung on their walls, peering down on them at all times. One of those included her father, whose steely gaze could make even the strongest person feel meek. Bella had been following the schedule for a few days now, making certain that Peter was in the place he was supposed to be. Timing, in these type of plans, had to be perfect. Such were the trials and tribulations that came with organizing a run in. After she’d explained the plan to Amycus a few nights ago, Bellatrix was set on making sure everything went perfectly. She’d never been the type of person to tolerate mistakes.

It was simple, a tactic she’d used many times before. First, the key was to break a person apart. Make them feel vulnerable like they have no one to turn to. Lonely people wanted nothing more than to be listened to. And while they grasp for hands, Bellatrix would valiantly swoop in. Whispering words of promise, of a hopeful future that was better than the now. Misery loved company, and more importantly, a way out. By planting ideas in an unstable heart, she’d be able to spin Peter until he forgot who he really was. That part was always Bella’s favorite, but it would have to wait. Damage had to be done for someone to be rebuilt. 

She was hovering in the hall by the east tower, leaning on a balcony railing. Peter would be strolling through within the next fifteen minutes, expecting his normal day. Now that he was on Bellatrix’s radar, though, nothing would be normal. His relationships would be exploited, his loyalties turned and hopefully, a dark mark would grace his arm. Bellatrix turned around, looking at the large clock that loomed above her. At the sound of approaching footsteps, she pursed her lips. The clock struck 5, it’s rings echoing throughout the empty hall. Fourteen minutes remained. “Another minute and you would’ve been late.” She said, a slight edge in her voice as she addressed Amycus.

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Another minute and you would’ve been late. Amycus stepped around the corner, eyes flickering through the rays of the evening sunset until they found the sight of Bellatrix Black, standing beneath the large East Tower clock. She was correct, but that was not surprising to anyone in the slightest. Had he come around the corner just a few seconds later, the minute hand would have ticked forward, and he would have been quite not-on-time. Bellatrix held more of his loyalty in her hand than anyone alive, save for his sister herself. He would not have dared to be late, and yet… he was still Amycus Carrow, and no matter how loyal he was, there was only one person who could truly control him. It was rather fun, he reckoned, being nearly, but just not-quite late with Bellatrix. He laughed a little at the edge in her voice, holding his hands up in a submissive manner.

“Would have, almost was, nearly am. Let’s not waste time discussing things that never happened, Bellatrix.” There was amusement in his voice as he stepped closer to her, one small step at a time, arms held aloft in the air. “I’m here aren’t I?” 

When he was close enough, Amycus allowed his arms to fall, and he instead crossed them over his chest. His eyes flickered out in the direction he’d come from, and then towards the direction he had yet to go. Truth be told, he didn’t quite understand Bellatrix’s interest in Pettigrew. That boy was the most sorry excuse for a Gryffindor if Amycus had ever seen one; more house cat than lion. And yet, Bellatrix saw something in him, something of interest. It was no matter to Amycus, of course. He only had one job, and that was to attack. Though he may not understand what exactly it was that Bellatrix had planned, he was more than happy to assist her along the way, especially in something like this. 

“When did you say he would be here?” Amycus asked, turning to Bellatrix. His eyebrows stitched together in remembrance as he tried to recall the exact details of Bellatrix’s plan.

@peter-aka-wormy

The worst thing about school definitely had to be that no matter how much of a dent you made in your course work there was always more being assigned. Peter thought about finding one of the guys to help, but every time he did that he just wound up far more confused when he had started. He'd fall into what had become a fairly regular routine over the past couple of months; go to the library to grab books he might need (after double checking that Snivellus wasn't there) and then head up to the common room and do homework until one of the guys distracted him for the night.

A big part of him missed the way things used to be before this year. James and Lily hadn't been together so the boys were always plotting his next big move, planning some sort of prank or sneaking out at night to attend to Remus when the moon was full. This year had really sparked his insecurities. He'd always fought slightly outcast, but now he full on doubted that he even belonged with them. Thinking about it Peter had no clue why they had ever kept him around, but then he thought of Sirius and the way that he would occasionally poke fun at him and how James and Remus never bothered to try and stop it.

Post-graduation was a giant mystery to him in general. He'd never thought about what sort of career he would be good at. It wasn't as if Peter had an abundant amount of skills to actually choose from. There was no way any of the professors would give him recommendations if he need them for some sort of program and that was if he even managed to graduate so his options were even smaller. It seemed to him that all of his pals had big plans that he wouldn't be a part of. Another student ran straight into him, knocking his books to the floor before snickering and walking away. With a grumble he waited for the hall to clear a bit before kneeling to pick up his trampled things.

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adbellatrix‌:

While Bellatrix did find divination to be rather useless- so few of them were seerers, lacking the gift in any shape or form- it could prove itself every once in a while. Although she had her doubts regarding Peter’s abilities. Such things as tea leaf readings consisted of guesses, more often than not. Crystal ball sessions were usually much of the same. Even Bella had only seen two vaguely interesting things over the year: one being a minor vision of potential…. Of Peter. It hadn’t quite proven itself to be true, at least not yet. Leaning forward in her chair, Bellatrix kept her eyes on the Gryffindor. He was nervous like he was facing his boggart. Caution nearly dripped off his skin. Still, he made his way towards the crystal ball.

The foggy glass began to turn. Bella stared at it quizzically. She’d seen this all before, the promise of a hopeful reading only to be gifted with disappointment. I see a tattoo. For a moment Bellatrix froze. She watched as a snake appeared, winding itself through a skull. The dark mark. She pursed her lips, keeping her face unreadable. Bella had taken extraordinary steps to conceal her loyalties every since her father found out. Curses, potions, layers of magic cover the mark. Recklessness, she knew, could land her in unimaginable trouble and she would not let simple mistakes lead to her demise. From what she could tell, the arm wasn’t her own. That was good. Still, whose was it? The Dark Lord’s? Lucius’s? Maybe it was the marauder’s weakest link seeing a future choice… the image disappeared, flashes of darkness taking hold: crimson blood stained skin, the green light of Avada Kedarva, mouths twisted in hair-raising screams. The war.

Immediately, the wheels in Bella’s head began to spin. Peter had seen the mark, that could denote loyalty to the dark lord- that he would join their ranks. It could also mean that one of her fellow Death Eaters was exposed, in danger even if a future Peter discovered the tattoo on another’s arm. That did send a spike of worry through her veins; Bellatrix would personally make sure everyone was staying tight-lipped. The torture and bloodbath signaled a dark path, and what particularly stood out to her was the curse she recognized. So many people didn’t have it in them to cast it, people like James, Ted, Evans. Hatred didn’t plague their heart nor did she think they could survive the Killing Curse’s after effects. How it chipped away at a soul. If her guess was right, that the bearer of the mark was Peter, then it would be in his nature to be able to use such a spell. Bellatrix’s eyes flickered to Peter’s face. It seemed that he truly was a person of interest. “I must say, Peter, I was simply expecting to see Bagman collecting your unpaid debts.” She smirked, setting the stage. This moment was crucial.

“I recognized that symbol, it’s the same one that hung over Hogwarts on Halloween… the prophet says it’s You-Know-Who’s mark,” Every word was carefully picked, so as to not connect Bellatrix to the cause. Calling the Dark Lord You-Know-Who, like the rest of the scared students, implied fear. And having the prophet as a source of information distanced her from the inner circle. “The papers say that they’ve never seen such a powerful wizard, not even Grindelwald compares… even his followers inspire fear.” Power, prominence, and fame. Those were the basic desires of any selfish man, hopefully, they’d plant themselves in Peter’s mind. “Maybe… maybe you saw them win…” She mused, her voice low. Basic survival yearned to be on the winning side, and Peter had always seemed like a rat that would do anything to make it.

Seven years worth of magical training and a set of rambunctious friends had meant that his time at Hogwarts had been absolutely action filled, but nothing would ever compare to the chaos of this year. Someone in his house had died after an attack on Hogsmeade. Members of Grindlewald's Army had been ousted after an attack. Peter was definitely afraid. He had joined the Order of the Phoenix because his friends were doing it, but what if it just painted a big read target on his back? If one thing was for sure, it was that he definitely didn't want to be on the wrong end of an opposing teams target practice.

What if Bellatrix was right? What if what he had just seen was who the victors were going to be in this entire thing? Did Bellatrix Black of all people actually think that he was good enough at divination to have actually seen something like that? One thing was definitely for sure, she was infinitely smarter than he was and she knew what she was talking about when it came to this sort of thing. Her words sent his mind to racing. If You-Know-Who won then that meant that he had definitely lost. When one got to thinking it made sense that he was the most powerful of the three opposing forces. After all, one of his soldiers had managed to infiltrate the school and trick the Aurors - who were trained in the capture of Dark Wizards - and she had just been an underling. If that was the sort of thing that they were up against, what chance did they truly have?

Peter shuttered slightly as he watched the final dregs of cloudiness leave the crystal ball on the table in front of him. Fear reflected clearly in his eyes and he thought that maybe there was just an edge of it in her tone as well. The gears in his head really began grinding. Visions were supposed to be a good thing, right? Maybe this was the warning that he needed to steer clear of everything. Was backing out of the Order really an option? What if that didn't actually work? What if it made things worse? After all, if you weren't for something you were against it. If he wanted to live then he had to be for something and You-Know-Who was the most powerful....

If Peter could learn from a man like that....

"Not even Grindlewald?" Peter muttered, echoing what she had just told him in awe, "Not Dumbledore?"

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Questions And Answers

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WHO: Severus Snape and Peter Pettigrew WHEN: Wednesday, February 22nd, 1978. 3:21PM. After classes have ended. WHERE: Just outside of the North Tower staircase

Severus was leaving Professor Flitwick’s office, high on the seventh floor of the Hogwarts corridor when he spotted just the idiot he’d been looking for. Peter Pettigrew was coming out of the corridor that led to the North Tower, in a mass of other students who had finished up with their schooling for the day. Unsurprisingly, Remus Lupin wasn’t walking with him, despite this being a class they both shared. For someone who hated Lupin, Pettigrew, Black, and Potter as much Severus did, he sure did think about them an awful lot. He always had, since they were young. Glares in the corridors, snide comments in class. Though it was always with antagonism, the four Gryffindor boys were always on his mind. So, of course, he had noticed Lupin’s consistent, yet unexplained absence once a month.

They’d been in classes together for going on seven years now, and Severus was no idiot. He didn’t know why Lupin was gone so long, but he was sure that there was something suspicious about it. The Professors never seemed to question it, and no one had ever offered an explanation. It just didn’t make sense? What had Lupin been up to, for so long that it was still occurring in their last year at school? He had never asked before, because he knew he would not get an answer. Those idiots hated him as much as he hated them, and he was not foolish enough to go asking such questions to the wrong folk. Best to keep one’s cards close to the chest until they needed to be used.

However, things had changed. He’d been informed by Bellatrix of a plot. Now, he wasn’t quite sure he saw the same potential in Pettigrew as Bellatrix did, and liked to consider himself an expert source on the subject. But, he hardly cared about what Bellatrix’s plans for the fool were. He only cared about making their lives miserable. If Pettigrew truly was finding himself distance from his merry band of fools, then perhaps this was finally his chance to find out. Anyways, Pettigrew was always the weakest of the lot. Severus had never feared him at all, and Pettigrew mostly left him alone unless he was in the presence of his stronger friends. Of all the folks to get this information out of, this was his best shot. So, striding forward with his robes billowing out behind him, Severus fell into step next to Pettigrew.

“Weird seeing you alone, Pettigrew.” He said, eyes facing forward. “You don’t seem like the type to travel without your protectors. Where’s Lupin? I believe this class is his shift for keeping an eye on you.”

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The end of the day when classes would come to an end used to be Peter's absolute favorite part. It meant that he and the guys could get together and conduct their next prank or figure out James' next ploy to win over Lily Evans. It also meant that dinner was soon, and that was something that Peter definitely prized. No doubt it still would have been Peter's favorite bit still if all of his goofing around hadn't managed to catch up to him and he found himself seriously behind in all of his classes. If he had any hope at all of graduating this year with his peers he really had to get it together, which usually meant locking himself away in Gryffindor tower to actually get some work done.

Fighting temptation to run off and do something different was really, really difficult today. Just a couple of days ago he and Mary had kissed for the very first time. Ever since then every interaction they had had been incredibly positive. He thought about her a lot. It was still really strange for him that someone actually liked him in that sort of way. Seven long years of attending this school and he hadn't had a single significant other. Ludo Bagman had been his first kiss for crying out loud. Of course there was a chance that she was already in the common room. Maybe if he just went up there and got started on what he was supposed to do the temptation would go away. Peter knew that the chances were slim, but he knew he had to try.

It definitely didn't help matters that he definitely didn't want to see the other Marauders more than he had to right now. There was far more going on with him right now then he could even begin to explain or comprehend. He knew now just how useless he was to them and that they hadn't truly been his friends. He had been offered something better, a true chance at power.

Peter jumped when Snivellus came to walk at his side. Sure, he had joined in the taunts over the years. He had been downright cruel at times - but he was never without James and Sirius when he dared to do those things. This rivalry made him feel as if he had actually belonged among them. Seeing the greasy haired Slytherin next to him made his stomach do somersaults as he thought of his recent revelations. "Sick today" he grumbled, his hands balling into fist at his side. Why was he still so defensive of people that didn't even like him?

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Was he blind? Sirius wondered just how much effort it’d take to get Peter to realize that Mary definitely liked him back. “Oh, I dunno, maybe she wants to talk to her friends or something, or you could get it through your bloody head that a girl might like you.” He accompanied his teasing tone with a shrug of his shoulders, awaiting the denial. 

Did Peter know that Sirius was waiting for his vehement denial? Absolutely. Did he still protest? Of course. “Girls don’t like me, Padfoot. They like you. Or James. Or Remus”

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moony-themarauder‌:

At the familiar voice rounding the corner Remus couldn’t help but smile. “Wormtail!” He greeted warmly, glancing down at his friend. If he’d expected anyone to be out of bed, Remus would have guessed it was James or Sirius roaming around the castle just before curfew. Those two were always pushing the boundaries or coming up with ways to curtail the rules. Remus and Peter were the more reserved two of the group, often following along with the other’s plans rather than masterminding the groups shenanigans on their own. As such, Remus had always felt a particular closeness to Peter. It was as if they were always in it together, along for the ride just the same. 

“I nearly forgot I had Prefect rounds tonight” he explained apologetically, realizing he hadn’t told his friends he would be out that evening. “Good thing I was running late, or else I might have missed you.” He nudged his friend and gave him a tired smile. “Walk with me? I’ve got to get started on these rounds.”

Was walking around with Remus something he was even allowed to do? Remus was a prefect, so maybe just this once he could break the rules. Not that he didn't break the rules all the time, he was just always attended by James an Sirius. It would probably be fine. The worst that could happen was another prefect trying to get him to go back to the dorm or something, and that would be fine. If it was a professor though they might reprimand Remus and Peter definitely didn't want him to get into any sort of trouble. Remus sure did get tired as the full moon approached, so maybe he needed him. It wasn't like Peter hated keeping him. "Yeah, okay" he said, nodding firmly as he finally came to a decision.

"What do you even do on these?" Peter questioned. He had been caught out by prefects before so he knew that they patrolled the halls, but he was curious if there was more to it. At some point he had probably been told and completely forgot about it, as was his nature, but his friend was usually pretty patient and tolerated whatever ridiculous questions was thrown his way.

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PETER PETTIGREW

“You’ve always gravitated towards people who possessed skills you did not. To this day, you still believe that's how you fell in with your friends. People like them. You like them. But why? That’s the question that haunts you. Once you find out what they have, you can copy them and have it too. And Merlin, do you want to have it. There’s always been a hunger in you, a hunger to be more than just what you are now. It’s a hunger for power, and it is ravenous. People will fear the day you learn how to feed it. The day you will finally be satisfied. What will it cost you?”

PLATONIC

acquaintance

toxic friends

friends of friends

best friends

close friends

old friends

childhood friends

unlikely friends

family friends

ride or die

secret friendship

bad influence (on)

good influence (on)

drinking/partying buddies

enemies turned friends

friends with lingering feelings

flirtatious friends

partners-in-crime

confidant/cornerstone

protective friendship

unlikely friends

mentored by/mentor to

“gym” buddies

study buddies

pen pals

wingman

ROMANTIC

childhood crush/romance

slow burn

relationship on the rocks

mutual crush

secret relationship

will they, won’t they

on again, off again

friends with benefits

exes that ended on good terms

exes that ended on bad terms

exes that still hook up

first kiss

first loves

first sexual encounter

secret relationship

one night stand

fling

drunk booty call

secret admirer

unrequited love

polyamorous ship

open relationship

cheating

rebound

ANTAGONISTIC

rivals

arch-enemies

frenemies

friends turned enemies

hateship

friends that ended on bad terms

fake friends

bullied by/bully to

enjoys annoying

annoyed by

VARIOUS

(second) cousins

estranged family

adopted family

neighbor

share a big secret together

dormmate

step-sibling/cousin/anything

drug dealer/customer

potions/any class partners

tutor/tutee

quidditch teammates

arranged marriage

“fake” lovers/cover-up

01 // (open, multiple spots, no requirements)

Peter’s greatest desire is the acquisition of power. He’s an admirer of talent and a seeker of skills he himself hasn’t obtained. For those he recognizes have talent that vastly exceeds his own he will watch them closely, observing their methods and trying to mimic them. As an idiot of renown he undoubtedly has been caught more than once in his observations and has made more than a few weary of him in spite of being mostly well meaning. 

02 // (open, single spot, half or pureblood)

His parents are incredibly distant from him which meant he never knew all that much about them. Josephine Cresswell is a half-blood witch, her mother a pureblood and her father a muggleborn. Out of curiosity Peter dug around and discovered his magical lineage. 

03 // (open, multiple spots, no requirements)

Most know that Peter owed Ludovic Bagman money. Access to drugs and alcohol gave him a sort of leverage that put him in the way of people he believes to be influential all while gaining friends to enjoy his spoils with.