Of Mice and Men

peter pettigrew | gryffindor | 17 | marauder | halfblood | the lionhearted mouse (don't act like you know me) >< Hey, if there's anybody reading this, the rpg I played Peter in is shut down. So this blog has also been shut down. Really sorry that this had to happen. Maybe it'll be re-purposed, I dunno.

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Cough a Lung

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Andromeda wasn’t sure what had happened, she was just cold, she needed to get somewhere comfortable, get someone to help her get the cold away, and the ache. If they would get rid of the spinning room she would be most grateful.

She wasn’t sure who was talking to her but a voice took her out of the fog that her head was in. She groaned and blinked her eyes open; “-m dizzy… cold…” she explained trying to get up again, she needed a bed but she was so tired.

[petexpettigrew]

Andromeda groaned a bit, and kept wincing and shivering. Peter didn’t really know what to do; he figured he should get her to the Hospital Wing, which wasn’t really far away, but she probably wouldn’t be able to walk. But she had no other way, so she’d probably be leaning on Peter. Merlin, he hoped he’d be able to take her weight.

She started mumbling something, and Peter faintly made out the words ‘dizzy’ and ‘cold’ by leaning in closer. “I’m gonna’ take you to Pomfrey,” he muttered to her. “D’ya reckon you can walk if you lean against the wall or something?” 

[blacknightbrightstar-blog]

Sirius had never been a very heavy sleeper. The coughing sounds that had echoed through out the dorm room had woken him up, but he’d tried to ignore them, assuming one of his mates was merely having a bit of an issue clearing their throat. It happened now and then in the morning, especially with Remus in their dorm, who had a penchant for getting a cough now and then whenever the weather had begun to turn cold.

As he tried to go back to sleep and not move, he’d heard the door to the dorm open, the sound of padding feet heading out the door. Immediately, he sat up, glancing at each of the beds in turn. Remus. James. Peter.

Peter’s bed lay empty, the sheets thrown back half-hazardly and Sirius got to his feet tiredly, scrubbing at his eyes. Half asleep, he shuffled out the door, making his way down the hall after his mate to check on him, glad that he had when he saw Peter on the ground, shaking his head.

“Honestly, mate, you should know better than to try and walk without support,” he teased, reaching down to help him up. “What are you bleeding doing out of bed at this hour?”

[petexpettigrew]

Peter grinned gratefully. He hadn’t heard Sirius’s footsteps behind him (come to think of it, he had been walking as quietly as he did when he was Padfoot...the name wasn’t unfounded), and was surprised that he was awake, but Peter was definitely not complaining. Sirius reached down to help up Peter, who accepted the help and and let himself be pulled up. Peter leaned heavily on Sirius for support; he felt incredibly unsteady. Bloody flu.

“Thanks, mate,” he said with relief, “Merlin, I’m happy you were the one who found me. Imagine if it were Snivellus or somebody, I wouldn’t stand a chance.” He coughed heavily and cleared his throat a few times, before adding “And I’m pretty sure I got that flu that’s going around. Didn’t want to wake you lot, ‘specially Moony. But er-” he coughed again (damn, it was a bloody nuisance), before continuing, “-would you mind helping me to the Hospital Wing? I’m pretty wobbly.”

[targarryen]

“Try the part stuck in your belt.” Emma nodded towards his cape, still swaddled around him like he was an infant. It was really an accomplishment to her, she’d never seen anything like it before, and she just couldn’t help the laughing. Still, her years of captaining for the Quidditch team quickly stepped into gear when she saw the bump on Peter’s forehead slowly turning purple. “Well, it’s definitely not good.” She mumbled, sitting down on the stairs so she could get a better view. “Do you think you can untangle yourself? You should get to the Hospital Wing as soon as possible.”

[petexpettigrew]

“I think I can try to untangle myself,” Peter said, propping himself up on his elbow. He wriggled around and tried to reach for his belt. There was the end of his robes, stuck and tangled up in it. He tried to toggle around with it to get it to loosen up, but no dice. Finally, he got out his wand, pointed it at the section of black fabric, and muttered “Diffindo.” The portion of fabric came clean off, and he wriggled around a bit more to free himself. It was very unattractive, and he was pretty sure he’d turned beet red. Vanity was still laughing, but she had at least calmed down to help out with his injury. “Can you help me get to the Hospital Wing?”

[thehalfbloodsnake-blog]

Severus looked down at him. The boy was clearly sick. The decent thing would to help him up. “No. Don’t touch me.” He took a step back, and then moved around him. “Think you can make it to the hospital wing without infecting the entire school?” He’d never thought much of Pettigrew. He was little more than a groupie in the Marauders, never harassing Severus outright, but laughing along at their antics. Severus felt no remorse in leaving on the floor. In fact, he was tempted to hex him. Pettigrew was vulnerable and the others didn’t seem to be around to help him. Damn him though, Severus preferred a fair fight.

[petexpettigrew]

Why Snivellus, of all people? Why? Peter, knowing he would get no help from the Slytherin, propped himself up on his elbows and moved over to the wall for support. “Uh, okay then,” he got out, using the wall to pull himself upright, though he was leaning on it heavily. He didn’t respond to Snape’s jibe, knowing he wouldn’t have a good retort. That was the job of the other Marauders, to bait Snape and piss him off. Peter was essentially a bystander, maybe throwing in one or two useless remarks. He coughed, and reached for his wand. But he found nothing-he’d forgotten his wand. Damn. “Don’t hex me,” he said suddenly, figuring that Snape wouldn’t care. Then he turned around and, still leaning on the wall, stumbled on his way. After a few steps, though, he looked back to make sure Snape wasn’t going to hex it.

[ofdiedricks]

Diedrick raised an eyebrow at the boy as he apologized a second time and continued talking to him. He tried to make his facial expression look even more disinterested as usual–seeing as he still wasn’t getting the message–and looked towards his own work for a quick second. He was tempted to just ignore Peter, but he wasn’t sure if that would shut him up.

“My apologies if I gave you the impression that I was interested in helping you. I’m not. Go bother someone else, why don’t you?”

[petexpettigrew]

The boy (who had a strong, cultured French accent; he was probably a Beauxbatons student, and one of the ruder ones that Peter had met), didn’t seem to care for Peter. He probably wanted Peter to leave, and there was nothing Peter himself wanted more. But his feet seemed rooted to the ground. 

“Oh, er, that’s alright, then,” he stammered out. After an awkward pause, when the Beauxbatons kept glaring and Peter just kind of stood there, he said, “So, er, who are you?” Dammit, Peter.

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Cough a Lung

It all started with Sprout checking her assignment, it wasn’t much, the plant had survived and before she was ready to leave the Professor gave a small cough and excused herself. 

Andromeda didn’t think much of it until she was rushing to the loo and throwing her insides out, feeling goosebumps rise on her skin and a chill she only felt when a fever was a about to spike. She never hated Herbology more until she was stumbling out of the bathroom and down the corridor trying to reach the Hospital Wing.

She stumble a few steps before everything went black.

[petexpettigrew]

Peter had spent the morning in the Hospital Wing again, since his flu symptoms had gotten worse since Sunday, and had just stopped by the kitchens to grab a late breakfast (hey, he was hungry). Since he’d been with Madam Pomfrey, he figured that it was alright to miss out on Care of Magical Creatures. He didn’t like the subject that much anyways, but Kettleburn was lenient and it had been an easy O.

On his way to the Gryffindor Common room, though, he spotted somebody stumble out of door (that may have been one of the loos, he didn’t know) and lean against the wall. Peter ran up to the person, just as they fell backwards. He tried to do the noble thing where he would catch her and lay her down gently, but he just managed to slow their fall. Upon closer examination, the person turned out to be Andromeda Black, one of the few Blacks that Sirius didn’t despise.

“Hey!” he said, shaking her lightly, “Are you alright?” Odds were, she had the flu. 

[petexpettigrew]

🔎

🔎 - Random detail about them

Peter has always wanted to learn the guitar. Once, when they were out walking in London, they saw a person playing it, and he always thought it looked really cool. But his low self-esteem leads him to think that he would be terrible at it, so he’ s never tried.

All the Little Things Meme

Get down to the nitty gritty.  Send a symbol to learn about the muse!

🍑 - Favorite fruit 🍰 - Do they eat healthy or do they like junk food? ☕ - Tea or Coffee?  How do they take theirs? 🎵- Favorite song 🔪 - Have they ever killed someone? 🍴- Favorite meal 🎩 - Usual outfit 🏠 - What does their living space look like? 🚿 - Do they like hot or cold showers? 🏨 - Sleeping position 🚔 - Have they ever broken the law? 🏃 - Are they athletic? 💐 - Favorite type of flower 🎹 - Do they play any instruments? 🎨 - Artistic ability 🏥 - Has they ever gotten seriously ill? 💤 - Do they like sleeping in or waking up early? 🕕 - The longest they’ve ever been awake 🔎 - Random detail about them 💢 - Something other’s do that gets on their nerves 🚬 - Do they drink/do drugs? 👶 - As a kid, what were they like? 🍭 - Do they have a sweet tooth? 🎂 - How old are they? 🎤 - Can they sing? 🔋 - What makes them feel better after a long day? 💕 - Parents 🍙 - Favorite snack 💀 - What are they afraid of?

[petexpettigrew]

✉

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. 

[text | Prongs | draft] how the hell r u so good at everything??? head boy, top in ur classes, great OWLS…wtf mate, how?

[text | Prongs] hey, can you help me out with Charms, mate? 

[targarryen]

It felt like she was drunk. When Emma had woken up that morning, fully convinced to go out on the Pitch and play her game no matter what Dumbledore had said about the flu, she could’ve sworn the world was upside down. She’d only had a light cough yesterday, but now her brain was clouded, her head hurt and it took at least two hours to get dressed and shuffle down towards the Great Hall, only to find it empty. Wasn’t it morning? She knew that some students enjoyed sleeping in, but there was no food on the tables whatsoever.

“I could’ve sworn it was time for breakfast..” She mumbled to herself.

[petexpettigrew]

Madam Pomfrey had just released him from the Hospital Wing. He’d admitted himself at around 6 in the morning, and had been treated. It was a minor case of the flu and Madam Pomfrey had given him a couple of potions. He’d slept for a couple of hours (and woke up coughing at random intervals), but it was around noon, and he was heading back to his dormitory. On his way back, he saw a lone figure leaning against the entry way to the Great Hall. He walked slowly up to the figure, and heard them mutter, “I could’ve sworn it was time for breakfast..” 

“Er,” he said, standing next to the girl, “It’s around noon. Are you feeling all right?”

[tgdmemories-blog]

The Marauders discovering a new way of transportation.

Taken by Marlene McKinnon, who couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

[petexpettigrew]

Peter woke up on Sunday coughing. Not the kind of cough when you choke on your saliva or talk too much. It was a heaving cough, the kind that gave him a headache just from the act of coughing. And his nose was completely stuffed, he had to breathe through his mouth. Ah, Merlin. It was the kind of thing he felt whenever-whenever he contracted the flu. Great.

The time was ungodly early, and his dorm mates were sound asleep. Not wanting to piss them off with his constant coughing, he softly got out of bed and got dressed, which proved difficult. He then went down to the common room, disturbed a very annoyed Fat Lady, and began the trek to the Hospital Wing. He’d had the flu before, and figured that it was best to get it treated. On the way, though, he discovered that it was quite hard to walk, and tripped over something small (maybe it was nothing). When he looked up, he saw a face looking at him.

“Can you give me a hand?”

[targarryen]

Emma was still giggling as Peter looked up at her, somehow completely bundled up in his robes. “How in Merlin’s name did you manage that kind of fall?” She asked, a bit amused before taking the bottom of his robe out of his armpit and letting it fall to the ground again. There was a bit of a worrisome bruise growing on his forehead that caught Emma’s attention, though. “Get up carefully, you might have a bit of a concussion there.” The amusement still clearly in her voice but now mixed with a hint of concern.

[petexpettigrew]

“I don’t have a sodding clue,” said Peter, looking down at his robes. That would not be easy to get out of. “I was just getting down the stairs and-I tripped,” he finished pathetically, realizing just how stupid it sounded. Leave it to Peter to trip and become a burrito. Vanity was still laughing, and she was not trying to hide it. Hilarious. “Concussion?” he groaned. “Brilliant.” He lifted his head up slowly, and propped himself up on his elbow. His head, now that he took the time to notice it, was throbbing. “Ah, damn it. Is it bad?”

[tgdmemories-blog]

Remus Lupin in his favourite jumper

Taken by Peter Pettigrew in the dormitory

[rpmememaker]

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

[ofdiedricks]

Diedrick gave the other boy a silent look of disapproval. It was a combination of things, like the look on his face and the colour of his robes, but he immediately didn’t like him much, which meant he wasn’t going to forgive the mistake that easily either. “Why don’t you pay some more attention next time.” He replied coldly. “This quill is probably worth more than your entire house.”

[petexpettigrew]

Peter stopped talking immediately. He personally doubted that the boy’s royal blue, average looking (though nice) quill cost as much as his countryside cottage did (his home had not been cheap), but he got the message that he was trying to convey. Peter watched the boy looked him up and down; he had noted that Peter was wearing Gryffindor robes. Peter, in turn, had noticed that he had a thick French accent. “Sorry,” he said again. “Er, have you seen a quill anywhere that looks like it, then?”

[xo-xo-gossipwitch-blog]

Has Peter Pettigrew always been this stupid? How in the name of Merlin did he manage to become a Marauder?

I barely knew his name before he joined their gang, but I guess there must be some more attractive quality to him if they let him stick around..

xoxo,

Gossip Witch