Wormtail

Sixth Year | Gryffindor | Marauder

[peterpettigrew-rp]

kindest-doe:

“Oh, adventurous for sure! I can’t deny that in the slightest. Sometimes I wish I was so bold,” she said with a laugh.

“You could be bold, if you tried. I’ve no doubt.”

[peterpettigrew-rp]

misspandoracharm:

A soft knock echoed from the doorway as Pandora was changing. She paid no mind. “It’s open.”

He entered briefly before letting out a noise at seeing her changing. His hand went up to cover his eyes, “I swear I had no idea that you were-were-I’m sorry.” 

[peterpettigrew-rp]

bartytheunderdog:

“I have no idea how even managed to unearth something so hideous, but I’m sickened by how curious I am to know.”

“Would you believe me if I said that it was an accident?”

[peterpettigrew-rp]

kindest-doe:

“Fair enough!” Dorcas said with a laugh. “Be sure to let me know how it goes. You and your friends always get into the weirdest situations.”

“Weird is a good adjective. Some would say we’re adventurous. I’ll be sure to let you know what we discover next.” 

[ron-weaslette-deactivated201807]

Peter Pettigrew

[anyexcusetowritemorelies]

 Peter Pettigrew.

Weep for yourself, my man, you‘ll never be what is in your heart. Weep, little lion man, you’re not as brave as you were at the start.

[siriusly-orion-black-deactivate]

“These new muggle drinks are quite interesting.”

[peterpettigrew-rp]

He stopped in his tracks, turning to look at Sirius. “How many have you had?” 

[ravenclaw-otis-blog]

“Well, you could…I don’t know, write about it and then send it to Professor Vane? I’m sure he’d love to read your theories. I’ve heard he’s quite the reader. Maybe he’d like to see it then.”

[peterpettigrew-rp]

“Oh...Hm. Do you think he would? I, well, I wouldn’t want to take up much of his time.” 

[absolutely-abigail-blog1]

“Shut up, shut up, d’you want to get us both into trouble?”

[peterpettigrew-rp]

“You’re the one who pulled me in here without explanation, how was I supposed to react?” 

[harleyquinnrps]

“Oh?” Doe closed her book and learned forward to rest her arms on the closed book. “What sort of mischief do you and your friends plan to get into this time?” She asked curiously, a knowing smile on her lips. 

[peterpettigrew-rp]

He let out a light chuckle, “I never really know until I’m in the thick of it, honestly.” 

[finalfatima-blog]

bad news in the morning - Fatima & Peter

She wasn’t crying - not yet, anyway. That would come later, when it really hit her. Now, her hands were clenched so tightly to the edges of the paper that her hands were shaking, her knuckles whitening. Distracted by the attention she had called upon herself, she looked up. Sixth year. One of James’ friends - Peter, was it?

“Auror Shafiq,” Fatima murmured, then cleared her throat. A cracking voice helped no one. “My - my brother’s dead. And I - this -”

What she was getting at was, how she had learned was from an issue of the Propet, something she usually only read the sports section of. But the words wouldn’t come. Pathetically, she bit her lip. “Shouldn’t - shouldn’t someone have told us?”

[peterpettigrew-rp]

Peter glanced at the paper then followed her grip on her paper up to her expression. He knew that feeling, though he found out through a letter from his father instead of a news paper. He wasn’t sure what was taking over him, but Peter wanted to find some way to help her. 

Ignoring his plate of food, he moved closer to her; slowly so as not to catch her off guard. “I’m sorry to hear that. Do you--I know how that feels.” He kept his voice low and as steady as he could. “Maybe McGonnagall knows something and hasn’t gotten to you yet? I could help you find her, if you’d like?” He looked at her posture, “Or maybe your sister?” 

[finalfatima-blog]

bad news in the morning - Fatima & Peter

Settled in with pancakes for breakfast, Fatima had received two pieces of mail as she prepared her plate. The first came with Dian, a reply to the letter she had sent her elder brother last week. She grinned, pulling it off the little owl and ripping the envelope open - maybe she spent more time with Yasmin over the last years, but the fact remained that Anwar was more like her than either of her sisters, and they all knew it. One quick read and she knew exactly where to start with her reply, when she had time to write it over lunch.

The second piece of mail was a copy of the Daily Prophet, which Yasmin had insisted all three sisters subscribe to. Absently handing the owl a knut from her pocket, she loaded her fork with some pancakes before scanning the headings on the front page.

“Attack on Borgin and Burkes,” she murmured slowly, in the habit of mouthing along as she read. “That’s funny.” Anwar’s letter had mentioned a routine raid on the store, and that it’d been attacked, even gotten people injured…well, she had to read the article. She was too curious not to.

When she was done, her mouth was hanging open in shock and a forkful of pancake was hovering half-way to her mouth. Her eyes were wide, staring at the last line of text. Unfortunately, it said, Auror Shafiq was killed in the crossfire.

The only Shafiq who had been an auror in the past fifty, even sixty years, was the one who had written the letter she had left beside her plate.

“What,” Fatima tried to say, but her mouth was too dry to form anything more than a quiet croak. She was alone at the table, silent in her confusion.

[peterpettigrew-rp]

Peter hadn’t really been awake that morning. A long night out with the Marauders for the second consecutive night would do that to a bloke. As he shoved his knees under the table, barely focusing on anything, Peter noted how spread out everyone seemed to be. Odd. The other Marauders were on their way down, Peter snatched as many pancakes as were respectable but also gave him enough to fill his growing stomach. 

He had been through two pancakes when he finally noticed the odd behavior of the younger Gryffindor. He didn’t really know her other than her name and that she had an older sister. Still, as he watched her read the Daily Prophet, he wondered what story could have grabbed her attention so. He glanced at a lone paper nearby and raised his eyebrows at the cover. 

Looking back to Fatima, he noticed she still hadn’t mood. His eyes panned around to see if maybe someone else saw as well; someone far more qualified than he was when dealing with female emotions. No one. 

Placing his fork down gently, he cleared his throat, “You all right?” 

[ravenclaw-otis-blog]

“I do hope you don’t plan on just showing it off, do you? Because that’s a lame way to go.”

[peterpettigrew-rp]

“What did you have in mind?” 

[ravenclaw-otis-blog]

“Okay, that was clever…”

[peterpettigrew-rp]

“Thanks! I thought of it last night at supper.” 

[bravelyfabian-blog]

“Yeah, sure thing mate. Whatcha studyin’ for anyway?”

[peterpettigrew-rp]

“I’ve got a History of Magic essay due and I’d like to have some free time on the weekend. What a dreadful subject.”

[misspandoracharm]

She looked up at him, confused. “Oh! You want me to actually pass it to you? Of course I will. The question’s all in the grammar, Peter.” She reached over, standing up from her chair slightly, and passed him the stack of papers.

[peterpettigrew-rp]

He looked just as confused as she did and it took him a few seconds to notice her handing him what he had asked for. “Oh, r-right, thank you.” He placed them down in front of his research, but apparently his mouth continued to speak, “You’re a right stickler for grammar, aren’t you?” Realizing that may seem like an insult, “I mean no offense by that!” 

[severus-the-cynic-blog]

His eyes deadpanned at Peter’s childish comeback, not even finding it worthy enough for a reply. He was the weak link in that pompous “marauder” group and as always, he was a disappointment when it came to spiteful banter. Severus’ quickly scanned through the assignment parchment and found it was a familar process with one or two changes. The only problem he could see was fixating the enchanted book’s voice to one type.

[peterpettigrew-rp]

Peter, not particularly wanting a fight in that moment, was glad Severus chose not to respond. He supposed, if there was anyone of his friends that could handle working with Snape and not getting into an altercation, it was himself. There was little more he could do besides trying to get this spell out of the way and completed. It was simple enough, in his opinion. After all, when one helps create the Map, the knack for charm work sticks with you. Peter was a docile being most of the time, but Snape was one person he wasn’t very fond of. 

He eyed the assignment briefly, still not bothering to grab the notes. “The Loqui Verba charm could work. It’d keep the book from reading anything but the words since it wouldn’t really do to have it trying to read a picture.”