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“So you know, this is a party, and there is music and, well…. would you like to dance? Maybe? With me?”
Peter turned his head to look at the girl as she spoke, “Me? You want to dance with me? You sure about that? I’ve got two left feet.”
“Give me 16 pages, Wormy.” Remus said, with only half his attention on his friend. “And how do you get lonely when I’m with you?”
“16 pages?” the boy groaned out, slapping his forehead back down on the table. “Oh, come on, Moonsters. You’re not even really with me. You’re with that book.”
Peter: Thanks dad…
Everyone: [stares]
Peter: Why is everyone staring at me?
Remus: You just called James dad; you said "thanks dad."
Peter: What? No, I didn’t. I said "thanks man."
James: Do you see me as a father figure Peter?
Peter: No, if anything I see you as a bother figure 'cause you’re always bothering me!
“Me? drunk, excuse me i can hold my drink, you on the other hand look abit shakey”
“I may be a little drink. But, just the tiniest little bittiest bit of drink, jamsie. But, why not be? Have s'more, prongsie. be drunken with me.”
Sirius: What’s the expression? Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice… Fiddle-dee-dee.
James: Fool me once, and I’ll be fooled for a day. Teach me to fool people, and I’ll be fooled for the rest of my life.
Peter: Fool me once, fool me twice, fool me chicken soup with rice.
Remus: I do believe that’s the expression.
“It is a party, how can you even think that I would not be here. Besides, there are snacks.”
“so, you think you can just sit there and hog the whole snacks table? i mean, schooch over and let me in on those, why don’t you?”
“Or you’d suffocate yourself,” She offered as an alternative.
Peter gave a small nod as he shrugged one shoulder. “You acutally do have a fact there, McKinnon.”
At this point Kelian could not tell how bad the situation with her father really was. She would have to see him first for that. But still, Peter made her smile a little, and reminded the girl to pull herself together again. “Okay….Okay. Though you know I am normally not the violent one outside of the quidditch pitch. Right?”
Peter gave the other a quick shrug. “Just ‘cause yer not normally so violent outside of quidditch, doesn’t mean there aren’t thinkgs that might make you a little violent, right? And this is your free pass to be violent on me.”
“You didn’t have to come when I offered.” Remus said, without looking up from his work. He’d figured their time their wouldn’t last long, but he was determined to at least get threw the one chapter of history before giving in.
Peter raised his head, only enough so he could look up at the other. “What else would I have done? You know how I get when I’m lonley and bored. Can’t you hurry up or something?”
Peter: Are you going to finish those hash browns?
Sirius: Probably not.
Peter:[picks up and eats hash browns with his fingers]
Sirius:[attempts to stab Peter’s hand with butter knife]
Peter: [to Remus and James] Did you see that? Just because I wanted some of his hash browns.
James: I was there.
Peter: I’ve never seen such violence over such small potatoes.
Remus: Now, that was almost clever.
Peter: What was?
Remus: The thing about the hash browns being small potatoes.
Peter: I don’t get it. They are small potatoes.
Remus: Never mind.
[Taking his first OWL]
Peter: Name? Easy! It's gonna take a lot more than that to stump Peter Pettigrew.
Peter: [Writes name]
Peter: Oops, too many e's.
Send a ship and I'll tell you who:
Gives nose/forehead kisses
Gets jealous the most
Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive
Takes care of on sick days
Drags the other person out into the water on beach day
Gives unprompted massages
Drives/rides shotgun
Brings the other lunch at work
Has the better parental relationship
Tries to start role-playing in bed
Embarrassingly drunk dancer
Still cries watching Titanic
Firmly believes in couples costumes
Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas
Makes the other eat breakfast
Remembers anniversaries
Brings up having kids
“…Wh.. what?” James said rubbing his eyes and adjusted his glasses. “Well I’am now… what is it Pete?”
“Oh, did I wake you? Sorry about that?” Peter turned so he was now laying on his stomach, holding his head up with arms that rested on elbows. “Tell me a story?”
“You could not charm your way out of a paper bag,” She insisted.
Peter let out a gasp as he raised his hand up to his chest as if he was offended. He then shrugged as he dropped his hand back down by his side, “Well, I mean, that’s true,” he laughed, “Maybe a plastic bag, though.”
Emma listened to him with an eyebrow raised. “I don’t do cute” she snapped lightly. “I do bloody effing brilliant actually. I bet that if I thought about it enough I could even prank you and do it well.” She nodded confidently, maybe a bit more than she was actually feeling.
“Sorry to burst your bubble, Dobbs. But, you do do cute. You’re doing it right now.” He shrugged, moving his hand to ruffle the girl’s hair slightly. “You’re adorable. You can’t help it.” Peter let out a small chuckle at the girl’s next statement. “You sure about that? Those really are some big words, yanno? But, if you are sure then, how about a little bit of a prank war? Yanno, just so you can prove it to me?”
James: I’ll show you guys. Lily and I will end up like Romeo and Juliet. We will.
Remus: You do know how that story ended, right?
Peter: If Romeo had just masturbated a couple times a week, he would’ve saved both those nice families a heap of trouble.
’ —– i’m not drunk, you’re drunk ’ narcissa claimed, turning her attention to the person who dared to disturb her study session. but the giddy smile she wore and the way her words slurred said otherwise.
peter let out a rather loud laugh as he leaned leaned on the table where the pair sat. “i’m drunk? well, how observant of you, blondie. promise you won’t tell anyone? i'm sure i'd be in some sort of trouble being completely wasted in the library,” the boy wasn’t drunk, he wasn’t even slightly buzzed but he decided to play along.
