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@peterthelionrat
The Lake || September 18th || Afternoon
"Come on, the weather is beautiful today, it might be the last chance we get to go swimming in the lake this year. We can’t miss that chance!"
"Aw, Mars.... Ya can go ahead, I'll catch up. I need to... take off my socks."
D A Y 1
Describe your character’s relationship with their mother or their father, or both. Was it good? Bad? Were they spoiled rotten, ignored? Do they still get along now, or no?
Peter is, without a doubt, a mama's boy. It's been the two of them since she left his father and he wouldn't have it any other way. With his mother working multiple jobs, they didn't have too much time together that wasn't snuck in in the early hours of morning or super late at night but they made it special. Even if money makes things between them strained sometimes ("Mum, lemme buy it for you!" "No, Petey! You need stuff for school more, save your money."), there's nothing but love between them.
When Peter was finally old enough to demand the presence of his father, Gretchen told him the truth. Two days old and he was as far away from his Muggle father as possible. Without details, Peter concocted the worst in his head.
His father hated his mother.
His father didn't want to be a father yet.
His father hated magic.
Needless to say, Peter despises his father for being a source of sorrow for his mother and, even if Gretchen tries to tell him otherwise, he can't help but hate him for it. Sometimes, his hate for his father is channeled as a hate for all Muggles but he knows that's not the case and he tries very very hard to separate the two things.
1.) Describe your character’s relationship with their mother or their father, or both. Was it good? Bad? Were they spoiled rotten, ignored? Do they still get along now, or no?
2.) What are your characters most prominent physical features?
3.) Name one scar your character has, and tell us where it came from. If they don’t have any, is there a reason?
4.) How vain is your character? Do they find themselves attractive?
5.) What’s your character’s ranking on the KINSEY SCALE?
6.) Describe your character’s happiest memory.
7.) Is there one event or happening your character would like to erase from their past? Why?
8.) Day of Favorites! What’s your character’s favorite ice cream flavor? Color? Song? Flower?
9.) Who does your character trust?
10.) Can you define a turning point in your character’s life? Multiples are acceptable.
11.) Is there an animal you equate with your character?
12.) How is your character with technology? Super savvy, or way behind the times? Letters or email?
13.) What does your character’s bed look like when he/she wakes up? Are the covers off on one side of the bed, are they all curled around a pillow, sprawled everywhere? In what position might they sleep?
14.) How does your character react to temperature changes such as extreme heat and cold?
15.) Is your character an early morning bird or a night owl?
16.) Are there any blood relatives that your character is particularly close with, besides the immediate ones? Cousins, Uncles, Grandfathers, Aunts, et cetera. Are there any others that your character practically considers a blood relative?
17.) What’s your character’s desk/workspace look like? Are they neat or messy?
18.) Is your character a good cook? What’s their favorite recipe, whether they’re good or not? (Microwave mac-and-cheese applies.)
19.) What’s your character’s preferred means of travel?
20.) Does your character have any irrational fears?
21.) What would your character’s CUTIE MARK be?
22.) If your character could time travel, where would they go?
23.) Is your character superstitious?
24.) What might your character’s ideal romantic partner be?
25.) Describe your character’s hands. Are they small, long, calloused, smooth, stubby?
26.) Second day of favorites! Favorite comfort food, favorite vice, favorite outfit, favorite hot drink, favorite time of year, and favorite holiday.
27.) Pick two songs that describe your character at two different points of their life, and explain why you chose them.
28.) If your character’s life was a genre, what would it be?
29.) How does your character smell? Do they wear perfume or cologne?
30.) And finally: Write a letter to your character, from yourself.
As Follows...
Are you a leader or a follower?
… A leader is… someone who can rally people of causes an’ convince them so well that they’d rather run int’ danger an’ shite than see their all powerful an’ intelligent leader be hurt. A follower ain’t weak, though, or mindless or dim. They have alotta hope an’ respect for their leaders an’ they wanna do what it takes to make ‘em happy. Without ‘em. There ain’t such thing as leaders; ain’t no cause, nothin’ t’show for all the charisma an’ words in th’ world. Followers are any real leader’s backbone an’ the smart ones know this. I guess I’m… a follower with two leaders an’ a family dog. It suits me jus’ fine cuz more than anything, they’re family.
Courtyard | September 16 | Morning
For a moment there, Regulus thought he heard Peter mutter something. He couldn’t be quite sure, and he decided not to say anything, to eliminate the risk of thanking him for a compliment he never made. Still, a small blush rose to his face. He wasn’t aware he had done anything adorable.
The thought of OWLs prompted him to scowl and lean his head back against the wall. He wasn’t angry, not in any sense of the word, and this was evidenced by traces of a smile. On the contrary, it felt good to speak to someone; to let out his worry through human interaction instead of letting it eat away at his insides. The chocolate, of course, didn’t hurt.
"Ugh. Don’t even get me started. It’s like, suddenly they expect us to both learn a whole year’s worth of new stuff and remember every little thing we’ve learned since we got here, and if we don’t do super well on the test it’ll basically change what we’re allowed to do for the rest of our lives. Whoever decided that that was a good idea needs to be Crucio'd or something.”
He felt a rush of excitement sparking inside him, akin to his nights of gossiping with the other Slytherin boys.
"I’ve got a full load, too. I think Transfiguration is gonna be the death of me."
He bit off a considerably larger chunk of chocolate and then nudged the bar on the ground towards Peter.
And Baby Padfoot struck again. Honestly, it was as if all Black children took the same classes in mannerisms because Regulus could scowl so much like Sirius that Peter could have sworn that he had just told the Slytherin that there would be no fetch next week. Peter was glad for it though because Regulus had been quiet this year as far as his older brother had noticed. Not that Sirius was stalking his baby brother or anything just... doing the sibling thing and keeping an eye on him. Peter thought it was sweet.
The complaints were Peter's very own about classwork and he found himself nodding in sympathy. There were so many impractical applications in school that Peter found it difficult to pay attention. His friends would inform everyone that he was not dim-witted, not particularly, but he found no use in charms that changed the color of furniture. The majority of his classes, at least for NEWT level, had some use in the real world. His mother had asked him for assistance in some spellwork before, for clarification on some theory she'd forgotten long ago, so Peter felt he was a bit better off taking those classes. Granted, history was one subject he took for his own personal enjoyment but he was sure he was going to drop something soon.
Come to think of it, how was Peter supposed to give Regulus advice on classes that he himself was thinking of dropping a class or two.
"Crucio'd?" Peter pondered it for a moment, remembering the spell in the newspapers. The offensive hex seemed to be so far out of their realm of school though but really, Peter was a Knockturn kid so he was sure there were such spell users in his neighborhood. "You're right. We would probably do lots better later on but they don' even care about that. S'probably just for numbers, ya know? This professor got this many O's this year, they get tenure. Shite like that," He added, figuring he could always ask McGonagall. She'd be honest with him if he kept asking about it.
Everything was fucking politics at the end of it.
"Lucky for you, m'actually decent at Transfiguration. Turning rats to teacups and back is pretty easy. Your brother's pretty good at it too, as far-fetched as that seems." As smart as Regulus was, Peter was pretty sure he would not get the puns in his statement. To be honest, the Gryffindor couldn't help himself, they were so ingrained in his vocabulary. The animagus peered down at the offered sweet and partook, countering with the small bag of cookies in case Reg wanted some of that. Food made everything better. Everyone thought clearer on a full stomach or at least when they had a couple of minutes to chew and think on their words before speaking. "Sluggy's alright to ya, right?"
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[james] [peter] [sirius][remus]
Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, Remus Lupin, and James Potter, camping in the Winter, like totally sane people
Taken by James, Winter 1975
Questionnaire Based On Expressions That Are Kind Of Stupid When You Think About It
*note - the questions do NOT always correlate with the meanings of the expressions
Neither Here Nor There: What's a time you have or would lie about being in one place to go to another?
The Long and Short of It: Think of a long, complex story you've told people where you just can't seem to shorten it enough to keep people's interest. Now tell it to us in 3 (grammatically correct) sentences or less!
Could Be Worse: what's a situation you've been in where you thought "it can't possibly get worse than this" ... And then it did?
Work Hard, Play Hard: What's a hobby you've got that's physically taxing but you love it anyway (or because of that)?
Not If You Put a Gun to my Head: What's something you think you'd literally need your life threatened by some madman before you did it?
It Gets You Coming and Going: Of all moral dilemmas, what's one that truly stumps you and why?
It Is What It Is: Do you accept defeat graciously? What about victory?
Whatever Will Be, Will Be: Do you believe a person can change their fate?
You Can't Win For Losing: Have you ever purposefully thrown a game or lost something? What was it and why?
As Follows...: Are you a leader or a follower?
The Exception that Proves the Rule: What's something different or abnormal about you? Could be good or bad.
First Things First: Are you a well organized person or do you prefer to live within a healthy realm of madness?
More Than One Way to Skin a Cat: What's something you do that's not the way most people do that thing?
You Can't Swing a Dead Cat Without Hitting a...: Why do you think people who make up expressions seem to have it out for cats?
I Have Half a Mind...: Ever done something really stupid that you regretted right away? Share time!
Everything Happens for a Reason: Do you believe that everything happens for a reason? Even the most menial of events?
If It's Not One Thing, It's Another: Pick a different question from the list you haven't answered yet and answer it!
From the Get Go: When you first meet someone, what do you notice first about them?
Same Difference: Are you the detail-oriented type, or the big picture type?
Guesstimate: Do you need for things to be exact or are you okay with discrepancies?
What's Done is Done: Are you the type of person to hold a grudge?
It's Always in the Last Place You Look: What's something you seem to lose a lot?
Peter Conrad "Wormtail" Pettigrew Moodboard 2/??
"I find that very appealing: the blurring of the lines between what's funny and what's tragic. And what's ordinary and what's not - the big things in the small things."
Courtyard | September 16 | Morning
"Thanks. I don’t think anybody doesn’t like chocolate."
Regulus could feel his body relaxing, physically. He was leaning back against the outer wall of the castle, his stance opening up, his stomach slowly unclenching. He realized how tense he had been just moments earlier and made a mental note to add that to the list of things he was Working On. He took the bar of chocolate and started absently thumbing the wrapper, although he did not unwrap it yet.
The “twat” comment, to his surprise, actually made him laugh. If one of the Slytherin boys had said that, he probably would have thrown an Incendio charm at them without even thinking, but it was different coming from a friend, someone who knew his brother’s positive side as well as his shortcomings. And he had to nod a little, in agreement. Sirius was a twat sometimes.
"That’s rough," Regulus murmured as he started opening the chocolate bar. "I thought OWLs were bad enough, m’not excited for NEWTs at all. Do you gotta go, though? Y’shouldn’t go missin’ class ‘cause of talking to me.” He broke off a piece and popped it into his mouth.
"I know a couple of people who prefer peach rings, actually, but they still don't say no to chocolate," Peter confessed, remembering quickly some of his housemates' preferences. Remus ate the dark substance as if his life depended on it - even though Peter knew about dogs being poisoned by chocolate so he wondered if there wasn't some underlying issue there - and Sirius tended to eat anything in a way just a tad more discriminatory than himself. James, on the other hand, was about that Quidditch existence and so consumed Quaffles for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Regulus' laugh kept the grin on Peter's face but he couldn't help but wonder when the last time Sirius saw his brother laugh was. It was quick and shy but earnest and reminded Peter of those awful mornings when Remus had to push through post-moon and they ended up doing some stupid shite that made him laugh. It hurt and it was a bit adorable but, as Sirius has said before, Blacks do not do adorable ever. Even if he's there wagging his tail and playing fetch with James, nope never adorable. The best part though, was having Regulus speak back. The quiet little brother, the one very opposite to loud obnoxious Sirius, was speaking. To Peter. And asking about his class. Peter mumbled something about Regulus being fucking adorable before reaching into his bag again and pulling out a small bag of cookies, munching before he really knew what he was doing.
"T'be honest, I am missin' class. T'be even more honest, I don't give a rat's arse 'bout missin' it. I rather talk to you than go there so don't worry 'bout it, Regulus." Peter gave him a look, brows raised and mouth quirked to the side, before patting him on the shoulder. "Now, tell me about your OWLs and Petey will try to make 'em much easier for you."
Courtyard | September 16 | Morning
Regulus immediately realized how utterly idiotic his original question was. Of course, if you ask someone a question like that, they’re going to ask it back. That’s how small talk worked. And Regulus did not want to talk about his summer. Immediately, unwillingly, memories began flashing in his mind; small snippets of images that he had nonetheless been attempting to suppress. He gnawed on his thumb even harder, simultaneously trying to get the images out of his head and trying to not make it look like he was trying.
"Fine. I-it was fine. I guess."
The conversation lulled for what was probably only a few seconds but seemed, to Regulus, painfully long. Peter didn’t seem to be as outrageously bold as the rest of his friends, and it was clear that this was going to be a problem, since he himself was not particularly skilled at starting conversation. In a daring attempt to end the silence, Regulus offered something else:
"I like it better here."
A small smile nudged at the corner of his lips.
Oh. Dear Merlin and Jesus Christ he was a stupid idiot. Baby Padfoot wouldn't want to talk about actual Padfoot. It was why his summer was only fine. Peter grimaced and opened his mouth to apologize, to bring up the fact that Sirius was actually doing only fine as well and that the two of them should be fine together one of these days, but Regulus appeared uncomfortable. Oh dear. The Gryffindor reached into his bag almost immediately, pulling out one of his bars of chocolate and turning towards the younger boy right just as he spoke.
'I like it better here.'
"Do you?" He asked almost immediately, almost stupidly, but then a rush a memories flooded his mind. Running past Borgins and Burkes on his way home, escaping from the bigger boys that try to take his last sickle when he wants to get something sweet for mum. Mum exhausted from working two jobs in filthy places that he can't ever visit or know about. The boys and men who make those horrible comments about mum that hurt because yes, he knows she's pretty because she's the prettiest woman he knows. But that first train ride with Remus, James, and Sirius. Being afraid of the Black heir at first before realizing, no, he is just the puppy that he manages to become later on in life. Christmases with friends. Parties after Quidditch matches. Late nights studying, Sirius snoring away despite the others working hard. Times spent as Wormtail running around with Moony, Padfoot, and Prongs and even the mornings after. Peter nodded, not giving Regulus a chance to say anything before he responded in kind.
"Yeah, I like it here better too, Regulus," Peter said, his tone a bit heavy. With little fanfare, he offered the bar in his hand with a grin, much brighter now as he compartmentalized his thoughts.
"Here. Sirius mentioned something 'bout you likin' chocolate like him. I hope it's true an' he wasn' just fuckin' with me to make me look bad. He's a twat like that most times," He added, unnecessary on purpose because Regulus was being so quiet. Remus on bad mornings, James whenever he thought too long about the seriousness of being the Potter heir, Sirius whenever nobody was around to distract him from his life as it was. The silence always needed to be filled by something or else bad things were on people's minds. Peter filled it with nonsense. "I just hope I don' actually miss anything in History because if t'day was the firs' new lesson, I'd be mad as hell. NEWTs in that shite looks like it's gonna be a bitch an' I'm supposed to be takin' eight of them."
Courtyard | September 16 | Morning
Regulus glanced upwards towards the voice, squinting and cupping his hand over his brow to protect his eyes from the sun.
"Peter…?"
Great. This is gonna go well. He had spoken, maybe, twenty words to this boy in his entire life, and none since school started; none since Sirius left. He shut the magazine and quickly stuffed it behind his back before Peter could realize it was transparent. No use being labeled a creep.
"Oh. Um. Hi."
The mention of his brother twisted his stomach into one large, uncomfortable knot. He wrinkled his nose and shook his head a little — “No, I-I haven’t” — and immediately started chewing on his thumbnail. His fingertips, usually well manicured while at home with his parents, had been reduced to stubs, the skin cracked and dry from too much nervous biting.
He started cycling through his mental store of Things To Talk About. School? No, that’s boring. Umm… Oh, I know!
"Did you, uh… ha-ave a nice summer? I guess?"
"Y-Yeah, Peter!" Wow. Obviously you were Peter. Good job, Peter. At least, Regulus was probably used to how awkward Peter could be just because Sirius had probably complained about him at least a few times at home before he... before he left. He watched Regulus put away his magazine before being greeted. And then having Regulus scrunch up his nose.
'Oh my gosh, he IS baby Padfoot,' Peter thought absently until Regulus began to bite his nail. It was a bad habit that Peter also had and he knew he had to stop it. At the least, he should stop the other before his hands ended up like the Gryffindor's. "O-Oh. I thought he would..." He trailed off, mentally tacking on 'get Sirius to talk to his brother' on his to-do list. It was like he had to fix everything around here. He put down his bookbag and sat down cross-legged with a grunt beside the Slytherin. "M-my summer? Oh. S'alright. C-can't really complain. Saw mum, saw the lads once in a while, slept. How 'bout yours?"
Peter Pettigrew’s face claim has changed to Jeremy Allen White
// Dozier is my perfect Peter face and I adore him but the lack of gifs and everything makes it very hard to use him D= White has enough and also encompasses that Knockturn Alley look that Peter has while still having happy moments.
Courtyard | September 16 | Morning
It was a crisp morning. The sun’s rays were seeping through the vines outlining the courtyard as it crept towards noon. Regulus sat scrunched up on the ground, his knees pulled up to his chest, his back against the wall of the castle, nose-deep in the latest issue of Which Broomstick?.
The article comparing the Cleansweep Five to the Comet 2000 was not as compelling as he had hoped. It failed to hold his attention against the clenching anxiety that grew in his stomach. He tapped his wand against the pages of the magazine and it turned transparent.
Through it, he watched the groups of friends milling about in the courtyard, gossiping and practicing their transfiguration (which sometimes didn’t end up in a ball of flames). His jaw clenched, his lips sealed into a small frown. How long had it been since he had spoken to another human? Seven, eight hours? This solitude was starting to get embarrassing.
Alright, so maybe Peter should be in class. It was Thursday morning, it was his full day, a lot of work to be done for NEWTs. There was only so much he could stand reviewing last term's classes though, especially in HIstory of Magic because Binns sure as shit wouldn't care, and he'd actually managed to do a couple of the first weeks' reading anyway. He'd go back inside for Charms, the hour off would do him good. At least, that was how he convinced himself that he was better off in the courtyard. The sight of a familiar head of dark hair served doubly to convince him.
"Sirius?" Peter asked himself before getting closer to the boy sitting against the wall. Nope, not Pads but baby Padfoot. Regulus. Oh man. The Gryffindor faltered in his steps before steeling himself and calling out the other's name from about three yards away. "Regulus!" Oh, well, now he was there, what the bloody hell was he going to say to the kid? "Erm, how are ya doin'? Have you seen your brother since term started?" Oh. Ouch. Brilliant move, Petey. Because Regulus wanted to talk about Sirius of all things. Still, with him on the mends with Remus and James, Sirius could use some baby brother time too.
Courtyard || September 15 || Evening
"I couldn’t even tell you what day of the week it is, but what I can tell you, is that every night can be drinking night." She laughed, pulling a flask out of her robe pocket and showing it to him before tucking it away again. "Me, or a mermaid, huh? Guess you haven’t gotten that far in Care class, then? Merpeople from around here aren’t beautiful like yours truly, Pete. You’re thinking of the Siren branch of them."
Peter eyed the flask with his usual consideration when she exposed the item, knowing full well it was always in good use with her. It made him think of his mother sometimes but he knew she didn't need to ever hear the story. He laughed at the correction though, snorting before plopping down on the ground next to her. "I wrote a five foot essay on sirens versus mermaids. I meant what I said with mermaid."
