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I love Hogwarts, as well.. But, I’d rather not sit here everyday, all day.
I think most people would go…y'know, crazy if that happened.. If they didn't sit in here all day and night… Day in and out.
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@peter-is-here
Is that...
I love Hogwarts, as well.. But, I’d rather not sit here everyday, all day.
I think most people would go…y'know, crazy if that happened.. If they didn't sit in here all day and night… Day in and out.
Is that...
You’ve a point. It’d be nice to get out of ‘ere. Especially since we’re seventh years now. We could get a break.
Yeah…I mean, I love here and it's our last year but… I like the outside world to…an extent.
Is that...
Maybe.. Maybe for Christmas.. or Halloween. Why?
Hopefully. Oh, no reason. It's just nice sometimes to see something besides the wall of the castles
Is that...
I’m hoping so, but… Da’ doesn’t think so. Says it’d be too dangerous.
Not even once?
Is that...
Merlin knows Ah’ve already started studying for mid’s. I’m ‘oping these essays help the studying.
I don't see why the essays wouldn't help… Do you think they'll let us go to Hogsmeade this year?
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Two feet long? That is a bit long. So you’ll have to write four feet long of essays? Yes, we must boycott. That’s absurd.
I know, I'm really hoping this is a one time thing. On top of that, we have finals coming up soon… Boycotting sounds like a great idea.
Is that...
It’s so much easier to simply read the essays. I don’t think my hand can’t take much more.
There's two essays I need to write for two different classes due on the same thing. Both…two feet long? And then…I don't even want to think about the rest of them… I think we should boycott essays.
Is that...
It’s almost as if with the advancement to seventh year, professors have decided all they feel like assigning is essays.
Sometimes I want to make them write the essays. All they have to do is read them.
Is that...
Well, it is the sun, after all, Peter. S’a star and all.
True…but still bright after not seein' the light of day for so long. These essays are going to kill me...
Is that...
It's the sun…it's bright…much brighter than parchment...
I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.
All of them, actually. Been putting it off, m’afraid. So you’re liking your job then, Wormtail? Where is it at again?
Eh, I imagine James and Sirius’ll brighten up all that studying with a fair bit of trouble…. If any studying actually occurs, that is.
I can help you get the books, set them aside when I go in tomorrow for you. Uh yeah actually...I do. It uh...it's quiet and nice. At the bookshop in Diagon Alley...where most of us buy our books...
I don't think it'll happen with James 'nd Sirius...you might get some done... But... Pads 'nd Prongs will probably hide our books...
Some Things Can't Be Left Unanswered | Vi & Peter | Future
Most mothers worried about the cold when Winter came knocking on front doors. They worried about beanies, and mittens, scarves, and big fluffy jackets. They wondered how many pairs of socks they should force their child to wear, and if long underwear was a good investment. Do you buy rain boots for when it snows? Or just let them wear the shoes that blink when they jump, purely because it makes them smile nearly as much as the snow? What about ear muffs, do they still wear ear muffs? Winter also meant Christmas, which meant trying to figure out what to buy.
Violetta wished these were her only concerns. Now she also had to think, ‘what if I put too many clothes on her, and she can’t run away quick enough?’ Or, ‘What if I buy clothes that make her stand out too much and someone bad sees her as a target?’. Her mind was still deep into the war. The Wizarding War was just over two years gone, but she still felt watched, she still felt the need to look over her shoulder, she still felt targetted. She worried for Avery’s safety as well. Around any corner, there could be a Death Eater waiting to attack.
This morning, however, she was feeling rather good. Avery was cheerful, it was her favorite season, and they were going to take a trip to her father’s, per Avery’s request to see her “Grampapa”. Violetta had dressed the little four year old in jeans, a thick purple parka, and snow boots, tucked a hat over her head and had told her to grab her teddy bear from her room if she wanted to bring it with her.
Knowing her daughter, she’d spend some time up there picking out other things she needed to bring with her. Avery always decided that she would need nearly every toy she owned for a few hours, or a night’s stay at her grandfather’s. The twenty three year old witch stood in her kitchen, a melancholy feeling rolling over her. Nothing was how it was when he was still here. She’d changed the color, changed the drapery, even the counter tops. But, it still felt like him. Part of her wished to move. Every year she told herself ‘this is the year we move’, but she never did. She blamed it on not wanting to move until she could live back at her house in the meadows, by the woods, but in truth, she was clinging to the past, clinging to him.
Her ears tuned in to the ticking of the clock above the doorway to the living room. That wretched sound could drive her up a wall. Tick, tock, tick, tock. She thrust her fingers through her hair before grabbing her bag and making her way to the front door. Once there, she’d realized that it’d probably be best if grabbed a snack for the ride, knowing Avery disliked getting hungry in any way shape or form. She returned to the kitchen and took a few rice cakes from the pantry. As she turned to walk back to the front door, she thought a figure caught her eye, but she shook it off. Paranoia, she decided. ‘If I check, I’ll only feed the paranoia.’ She thought.
"Avery! If you want to go, come on!" She called up the stairs as she pulled on her cloak. Part of her wished she could apparate, but apparating with a child wasn’t recommended, and Avery hated it. After Peter left, Violetta had invested in a muggle flying car, and learned how to drive it rather well. Of course, it flew, but Avery had some obsession with it staying on the road. Violetta opened the front door and tapped her foot impatiently. Suddenly, the small dirty blonde hair child runs past Violetta- in a bright red polka dotted summer dress.
"Avery Anastasia Emmeline Hobday! Get back in here!" Violetta shouted as the girl let out loud giggles. Avery stopped in her tracks, staring at the end of the drive way, and cocked her head. The frustrated mother started to step forward,
"Mama, who … id dat?" She asked pointing out towards the end of the drive way. Violetta went to grab Avery’s shoulder, but she slipped out of her grasp, giggling wildly once more.
"Avery Hob-" She stopped when it registered that someone was there. Nearly immediately, Violetta felt panic. The auror pulled Avery behind her as she took her wand from her pocket, hand smoothing over the carved, wood. Her grip tightened on the handle when she felt Avery’s finger’s clutching at her pants.
"Mama…" She murmured, looking up. Violetta put a hand down to rest on the back of her daughter’s head. A familiar feeling rushed through her veins, causing her skin to tingle,
"…. Peter…?"
The house brought back too many memories. Happy, sad, exciting, joyous, depressing, and everything else. Everything was ripping through his mind at once, wanting to show every last things his mind had stored away. Peter remembered the first time they walked through the door. It was sunny outside and the birds had been chirping, the sun was shining. Really it was the perfect day. Peter couldn't have asked for anything better. He Vi and Avery on the way. Who couldn't be happier?
He remembered the first time they brought Avery home through the front door. She'd been so tiny in his arms. Holding the baby had scared him because he was afraid that he was going to break her. Knowing Peter, you never know what he would break. One moment it might be his quill, the next a baby. But wasn't everyone like that?
He remembered the first time Avery played outside in the snow, her first steps, her first words. Everything. The house had so many memories and they all came cascading back. For so long, he'd been trying to push them away, hide the pain away, and let go of his last few strands of sanity but...all that work was gone the moment he saw the house. It was like everything just opened up. Like a summer night and the storm clouds just let lose. No one wanted to see that rain or feel it. They all wanted to stay indoors where they were warm and cozy but not Peter, he was in the middle of a rain storm.
Dead leaves crunched underneath his boots as he took a step backwards, stumbling. The voice...it couldn't be here but he knew it was. Even though she was two years older than the last time he heard her talk, a father would recognize that voice from anywhere. Peter swallowed, seeing both Avery and Vi in front of him. He was glad that the hood of his cloak was hiding most of his face. No one could see the hurt, the shock, and the scared expression that crossed over it. No one needed to know that even though Vi could probably read everything on his face right now.
He opened his mouth to say something but the words were stolen from his mouth. Nothing would form no matter how hard he tried. His eyes went back between the two people, the two most important people in his life that he was forced to leave. No one would understand where he was coming from, no one ever did. No one but Vi... no one but Vi ever understood...
"A-avery..." His voice was soft and broken as he looked at his daughter, pulling the hood down, exposing his dirty, unkept self. "...Ave...." Peter took a few steps towards the girl but then stopped, looking up at Vi. "...Vi..." He opened his mouth to say something again but he didn't know what to say. What did you say to someone after you've been confirmed dead for two years? What could you say?
Somethings Can't Be Left Unanswered | Vi & Peter | Future
Anyone would think that the best place for a rat to inhabit would be the sewers. Or that's what people think until they're actually a rat. However, that's not where Peter Pettigrew lives. Instead, he lived in the forest. It was safer there and he could hide more easily. If he lived in the sewers than someone could stumble upon him much easier than if he'd been living in the forest. The forest gave more protection, more places for him to hide. It was easier to shrink down to his ratty size and hide away here. The trees were all connected somehow and he could easily sneak in the mole holes -- he'd done it before.
But that didn't explain why Peter was walking through a familiar area. For some reason, his feet had just kept walking. It'd taken days to get here but the young wizard found himself in a woods-y area near people. He could hear them. The foot steps, the chatter, the doors swinging open and closed. His brow knotted in confusion as he pulled the hood of his cloak over his head. No one wanted to see his face, how he was unkept, his hair a ratty, dirty, unkept mess. If anyone would see him now, they'd noticed how holey his clothes were and how he needed a shower. However, no one was going to see that. No one was going to question a man walking around with his cloak pulled up over his head. It was cold outside after all. All the leaves were gone, scattered on the ground or some where blown away by the cold November wind.
Lost in thought, Peter wasn't aware that he was now in the town, walking through the crowded streets. It wasn't until a small child ran into him did he realize where he was. Looking around frantically, Peter pulled the hood of his cloak over his eyes, keeping his head down so his face was hidden by shadows. It would be strange, questioned if everyone wasn't getting ready for the holidays. Students would be coming home soon from their breaks, stores would be closing earlier because of the sun going down earlier. It was an exciting time, a time where people could spend with their families.
Peter couldn't remember the last time he spent a holiday with his. It'd been a while, a long while. When was it? Christmas a few years ago? He couldn't remember, which was sad. Maybe he shouldn't have left, maybe he should've just died in the explosions instead of cutting his finger off and hiding away forever like a coward he'd always been. Not that he could change the past anymore but if he could, he'd change a lot of things.
There was a sharp pain in his foot when he kicked it against something. He really needed to stop being lost in thought because he did this, he ended up lost in thought and ran into things. It happened more and more often mainly because he wasn't around people anymore. No one knew that he was the person who killed everyone, the person who was powerful enough to kill all those people. No one knew because no one ever paid attention to Peter Pettigrew. Nor was Peter paying attention when he ended up in front of the house where he use to live, the house where the love of his life lived, and that harbored his daughter. Just seeing the house made him want to crumble to the ground and not get up. He didn't deserve to be here anymore... he didn't deserve anything.
Has anyone else taken a look at this book list? S’bit insane, yeah?
Seventh year might end up being the death of us all.
I have...only because I sell half the books where I work. What books do you need?
That's...lets hope not.
So this is it. I sold my soul for this? Washed my hands of that for this? I miss my mom and dad for this?