up to no good

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. peter, sixteen, gryffindor

[charity-bxrbage]

"Yeah, I suppose your right. I ought to talk to Otto and see what he’s planning to do with his time."

[peterpettygrew]

"Yeah, yeah, that seem like a good idea. You oughta know what your siblings gonna do, after all."

[le-loup-fear-not]

You’re good at it too, Pete, don’t undermine yourself. I’ll help you though. Do you have anything written so far? Also you can ask me for another quill if yours is messing up…

[peterpettygrew]

I have a good quill now, I just didn't have one during the class, don't worry. And I'm awful, but it's okay, I accepted it in first year. And uh, no. I practised Charms so I was occupied, y'know.

[mary-how-contrary]

Mary sobbed into his shoulder, clutching at his shirt in desperation. She feared Mulciber would walk around the corner at any time and finish what he had started. Her heart pounded in her chest and she found it was growing increasingly difficult to breathe. The last thing she needed was to be hyperventilating, but life had not been going smoothly recently. “Just - get - me - out,” she said between breaths, the pitch of her voice changing with every word as she attempted to speak through sobs. “Get - me - out.”

[peterpettygrew]

"I will, I will," he said, a lump forming itself in his throat. "C'mon, I'll get you out, you just have to get up." Now pulling her up, he was getting more and more determined to get to the Hospital Wing as soon as possible. The responsibility of the entire situation frightened him in a way, because he wasn't sure if Mary would be able to get to the infirmary herself and he was to make sure she'd end up safe. "I'm going to get you out, let's go."

[christheclaw]

"I like tradition." He replied with a shy smile, fingers plucking away at a loose thread on his sleeve. He was proud of this friend of his, proud to have made this friend without his siblings interfering or someone taking pity on him. The fact that Peter had, of his own accord, decided to chat with Chris was enough to put him in a good mood. "I haven’t seen my siblings in quite a while - many of them are away studying in college, one of my brothers lives in Switzerland now, so I haven’t seen some of them since before the summer. We always have Christmas together, though, I’ll be pleased to see them again." 

"Oh, I see. I don’t think I’ve ever been… I, uh, I’m from Wales. Little place called Fishguard, it’s in South-West Wales. It’s got sort of a strange name, but I like it. Peaceful. London was a bit of a shock at first, when I had to get my wand and my owl and such." He wasn’t sure if Peter gave a damn about where Chris lived, but offered him the information anyway. 

[peterpettygrew]

Peter tried not to stress too much about the subject of siblings, but he still crossed his arms to keep his hands from trembling. It was usually that the subject of siblings was avoided in conversations with his friends, as those who had siblings, including himself, mostly found the subject one that was best not talked about. (Sirius had his whole business with Regulus, Lily had issues with her sister Petunia and he had two dead brothers, so it was a topic that was carefully avoided at all times.) "I can't wait to see my sister again, either," he said, nodding. "It'll be great, she's always good company. Y'know, when we're not having some cliché sibling feud."

Peter was glad that Chris had answered the question he had wanted to ask, because asking it after such a long time would've been rather stupid. "I've always wanted to go to Wales, everyone says it's beautiful there. And uh, yeah, I never heard about that town, but I do get the whole London thing. When I got there the first time, I was a little shocked too."

[marauderingstag-deactivated2015]

Midnight Talks | James and Peter

Sometimes James got really frustrated with everything and that was to put it mildly. He was still really mischievous when he wanted to be and that made him happy. He liked that. But, he feared he was growing up some and even though people would say it was Lily’s influence, even just as her friend. But the stuff with his dad and his mum getting worse everyday had a tendency to make him think some things were just not as fun as they used to be. Sure, he begged Remus to do his homework, got drunk with Sirius and all that, but it just wasn’t as much fun and he knew he was growing up. All of this came to him when he was trying to sleep and he noticed it was past midnight.

Grabbing a bottle from his chest, he moved to go down the stairs and went down to the common room, expecting to find it empty. He wanted to just drink and not think about his dying parents, or the fact that this castle was becoming more dangerous, because of fuck witted Slytherins, who thought they were smart and likely following that moron Voldemort. It was pathetic.  He then noticed someone and got closer, not wearing his glasses. “Wormtail, what are you doing down here and how did I not notice you weren’t in your bed? James then noted that sometimes he didn’t notice the other boy and that was probably why, but he’d never tell him that.

[peterpettygrew]

The sweet solitude the common room brought after midnight was one Peter very much appreciated. Smoking inside and staring into a fire that no longer was was a true source of relaxation. Sleep was another thing Peter had added to the list of simple things he was incapable of doing ever since things had started to go downhill, and so more hours of the night were spent awake than they were asleep.  Not that he minded all too much, the fatigue that came with him often creating a nice, tired haze to be in during classes. 

His head turned away from the fire when he heard a voice — James, he knew immediately. Surprised, he sat up slightly. The cigarette that dangled between his fingers was one he was too late to hide, so he decided to not do anything with it. "Couldn't sleep," he shrugged. "You?" He didn't answer the question as to why James had not realised his presence was lacking, the answer being a truth he didn't want to think about. So in stead, he thought about the reason James was here, James who didn't seem like the person to get out of bed in the middle of the night because he could not sleep. 

[christheclaw]

Without meaning to, his eyes flickered across Peter’s face for a moment, finding enthusiasm and enjoyment and, as he spoke about his family, love. The last time they’d spoken had been pleasant, albeit somewhat awkward, but for their second conversation he reckoned they were doing well.

"Yes, exactly, I understand what you mean. It’s less the food and more the conversation that makes it as good as it is. School dinners are very… Anonymous, if you get what I mean. Food by an unseen force." He smiled at his own joke, ruffling his hair up with one hand absently.  "Whereabouts do you live?" He asked nonchalantly, and then paused, turning crimson. "I, um, I didn’t… I didn’t mean to be intrusive, I meant in general…"

[peterpettygrew]

He felt slightly silly, as there had been no friendships he had made outside of the marauders and the ones that had come along with their little group. No, Chris was someone he was getting to know all on his own, and the entirety of the situation left him feeling strange. 

"Yeah, exactly. I get what you mean. And it's not like it's bad or anything, like the food is fuckin' great around here and I get to eat it with friends and stuff," he shrugged. "But it's just great to have that little occasion, a tradition or something, I dunno."

"Uh, Lewes." He said, rather confused as to why Chris would want to know. "It's in East-Sussex." Unsure whether he should return the question, he just added, "It's a great place, yeah."

[mary-how-contrary]

"He promised!" she screamed in anguish. "He’s going to kill me! You have to help me, Peter! Help me!" It was somewhat comforting to have his arms around her, but it did little overall to ease her paranoia that Mulciber would find some way to murder before the night ended. The attack last year hadn’t hurt as much mentally. The mental toll it was taking on her now was comparable to the toll it took fifth year. Now, with her grandmother dead and fear of the war growing, her mind was vulnerable. She gripped him tightly, as if Mulciber were going to appear if she let go, and sobbed into his shoulder. "I don’t want to die, Peter," she whimpered.

[peterpettygrew]

He let her scream, unsure of what to d for a moment. Frozen, muscles tensed up at her words, the last six ringing through his head. "I'll help you, I will." He murmured in her ear, glad that he didn't have to speak that loud. "Come on, we'll go, we'll go somewhere else." And with that, he started to slowly move up, allowing her to adjust and get up too, hoping that getting away from the place where it had all happened would help. "I'll get you somewhere safe. Where do you want to go, Mary? McGonagall? The common room? Infirmary? Anywhere else? It's going to be okay, yeah? You're safe, and you are not going to die."

[mary-how-contrary]

Mary pursed her lips. She had never liked smoking. She tried a cigarette once in fifth year, and found that it tasted ashy. The coughing had made her feel light-headed, and it was generally not something enjoyable. That was not as bad as the fact that smoking as harmful. Inhaling smoke was never a particularly good idea. “I’m not angry. I’m just disappointed. It’s not very good for you,” she said softly.

[peterpettygrew]

Disappointment was something Peter disliked more than anger, if he were to be honest. The nonchalance and carelessness was slowly ebbing away, the influence of Mary's words getting to him — he'd always been easily changed by other's after all. "Sorry," he shrugged. The cigarette remained unlit. (For now.) "I know, it's just a nice thing to do, but if you don't like it, I won't smoke." In front of her, at least.

[charity-bxrbage]

"I’d have to agree with you there… Though I’m not sure where I’ll be Christmas."

[peterpettygrew]

"The food will be grand anyway though, right?"

[marlene--mcgorgeous]

Oh dear. Believe it or not, I happen to own a bottle of Mr Fizzbottom’s Dungbomb Smell-Be-Gone. 

[peterpettygrew]

So, uh, would you be generous to share that? I mean, this smell is bad, like, proper bad.

[mary-how-contrary]

Mary wanted her grandmother to hold her and tell her everything would be alright. She wanted Remus. At least Peter was there. She new she could trust him. He was best friends with her boyfriend for Merlin’s sake. He was her saving grace right now and even though she was hysterical, his mere presence was comforting.

"He’s gonna kill me, Peter! Please don’t let him kill me!" she begged, scared Mulciber would appear around the corner at any time. It seemed like something he would do, and having now been attacked by him three times, the, paranoia from the first time returned in full-swing. Mary nodded slowly, and very carefully began to move herself into the upright position.

[peterpettygrew]

He wanted to cry, explode in a sobbing mess and envelop her in a comforting mess. He wanted to tell her he got it, and that he knew that there was nothing he could say to make the paranoia go away and that he had felt the exact same, and that it wasn't her fault, Mary it's not your fault. There were so many things he wanted to say burning on his tongue,, but he isn't sure if they're the right things.

So instead he just swallows, eyes focusing on hers, trying to look as calm s possible. "He's not going to kill you, Mary. He won't." And it was then that he hugged her, overwhelmed and feeling like that was the best thing to do. (Was it though? Were they even close enough to hug?) "You're okay, you're okay. I'm here and he's gone, Mare."

[le-loup-fear-not]

I think all the time I’ve been using studying for N.E.W.Ts is finally catching up to me. What do you need? A break sounds nice right about now.

[peterpettygrew]

I - uh, well, kinda thought you could help me with this Defence essay? I can barely read my notes, my quill was acting up and, y'know... you're good at it. 

[christianborle]

here is a list of stuff you guys should ask me:

would you rathers

dear _____,

bed/wed/behead (fuck/marry/kill)

testimonials/honest opinions of me

make me draw something

talk about ur crushes

talk about ur day/ask me about my day

talk about a memory of yours/ask me a memory of mine

you confess something/i confess something

tell me a joke/riddle

truth or dare

freshman advice

or any kind of advice

rant to me

____ or ____?

popular/unpopluar opinions

you recommend me songs/shows/movies/books and i could do the same for you

A N Y T H I N G

[le-loup-fear-not]

I feel like I could take a week long nap, when all I’ve done today is eat, did some homework, then took a nap. Do you need anything by the way?

[peterpettygrew]

You take an awful lot of naps, mate. And yeah, but I won't bother you with it, you seem busy enough. 

[sxburke-deactivated20150213]

“Now, what exactly are you trying to ask me?”

[peterpettygrew]

''I thought, maybe, you could step aside for a moment so I could grab that book?"

[christheclaw]

"It’s the little touches, I think. The Elves cook for hundreds of us, but when my mum cooks I get to smell it as she does so, and often I’d help her by cooking the vegetables or baking the pudding, and we’ve always had cranberry sauce with it regardless of it not being traditional around Christmas because it tastes so good with it. Family traditions will always be so much more important than those of others, or those of our school." His voice was dreamy and a little bit distant, and he was hit with a sudden wave of nostalgia.  "It’s delicious, absolutely."

[peterpettygrew]

Peter felt something strange - endearment, maybe? Or possibly just recognition, because everything Chris said was something he agreed to wholeheartedly. "Oh, yes, family traditions are incredibly important." He said, nodding, and it was for the first time in quite a while that he didn't feel uncomfortable talking about his family. Was it because Chris seemed to be like him, and talking to him was so very easy? He wasn't sure, and in all honesty, he didn't feel like thinking about the reason why, as he just enjoyed the relaxed state he was in. "Everything is so much more personal than it is when you're eating at school, and it's just, I don't know, rather pleasant to be around people you really fucking love."

[roisinlikesbooks]

(..)

[stevita]

I think Peter’s recklessness is what ultimately tipped him towards Gryffindor. He played Xanatos Roulette with the trust of his friends, took some pretty big risks to save his own skin, and blew up a city block in a mad bid for escape that could have easily resulted in his own death, too. He found the nerve to slice off his own hand with a dagger for the Dark Lord, and he even returned to the Dark Lord in the first place when he could’ve easily, oh, I don’t know, high-tailed it to Venezuela or something. 

Yes, he was a manipulative asshole. But being an asshole doesn’t automatically disqualify you from Gryffindor. Cormac McLaggen was a Gryffindor and he was a grade-A jerkface. Romilda Vane was a Gryffindor and she literally tried to drug and date-rape Harry Potter. You can have boldness/bravery and manipulative tendencies. In fact, oftentimes they go hand in hand. 

I think he might’ve done well in Slytherin, except his “jump the gun” tendencies outweighed his manipulative ability. On a scale from one to Invade Russia in the Winter, most of his ideas were pretty bad. 

But yeah. Bottom line, Peter was a moderately competent wizard and a pretty bold fool, even if he was an asshole, and Gryffindor doesn’t necessarily mean good, and bravery doesn’t automatically make you an awesome human. There are brave assholes, too.