unus ex quattuor

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“I just want to practice one little jinx. Hold still…”

“Like hell. Last time I did that, I walked funny for a solid month after.”

“Do I look like an idiot to you? Try Sirius instead.”

Truth be told, Emmeline didn’t have a new hex she wanted to try out on him but it sure was fun to watch him scramble. She would have thought that Peter would have realised by now that there was nothing Emmeline loved more than to mess with him.

She laughed when he jumped behind the armchair before tucking her wand back into her bag. “Oi you get you can come out. I’ve pocketed my wand and you’re safe.”

#ems-vance #c: emmeline #; queued em

Peter peeked around the edge of the armchair and, once he’d confirmed Emmeline’s wand was safely away, he came out obligingly, perching in the armchair himself.

“That wasn’t nice, Em,” he said haughtily. “These are new pants.”

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“ i don’t like the way she’s looking at you ”

“Who, Sapworthy? Well, I don’t much like the way she’s looking at me, either, but my choices regarding dealing with it are rather limited– Remus says’m not allowed to hex her, and, let’s be perfectly honest, I wouldn’t be able to hit her if I tried. I’ve got shitty aim, Emmeline, I can admit that about myself.”

“But I do think a nice little cross-eyed hex would do wonders for Sapworthy’s outlook.”

She rolled her eyes a bit when he called Selina his arch-nemesis. “Normal people don’t have arch-nemesis Peter… oh wait I’ve just realised who I’m talking to.”

She glanced over at the girl again before sighing. “What did you do to the bird you twat?” She asked before grabbing his arm and leading him out of hexing range.

“You better not have been a twat or I’ll hex you myself Pettigrew.”

#ems-vance #c: emmeline #; queued em

“I’m quite normal, thank you,” Peter said, affronted, even as Emmeline dragged him out of sight of the girl. “My Mum had me tested and everything.”

“That’s the Hufflepuff I told you about,” he said, careful to keep his voice down. “The girl I lost my virginity to-- and I took her virginity-- we were both virgins,” he explained distractedly, keeping a wary eye out for the girl and her wand.

“S’all alcohol goin’ straight to your noggin,” Remus teased. “But you’re in the clear anyway.”

#bloodmoon-rising #c: remus #; queued em

“Hah!” Peter said triumphantly, toasting Remus with another shot and downing it, handing his empty shot glass to his friend. “Didja hear that, Lily! In the clear.” Peter grinned contentedly and shook his head. “That’s not Lily. Just looks that way.”

Wormtail, you are long overdue for a visit and I have something for you. Get over here. xo, Remus

Remus–

You do know how I love presents. Is it a pony? Is James waiting, with saddle and bridle? Have you tied Sapworthy up for me?

-W

“He’s all about making everyone’s life miserable, Pete. Don’t be self-centered. There’s enough misery to go ‘round,” Remus joked.

“You are welcome, Worms.”

“The domestic life is enjoyin’ me,” Remus replied with a sigh. “Been cookin’, yeah. But other’n that, still gettin’ the hang’ve the whole– living like an adult business.”

#bloodmoon-rising #c: remus #; queued em

“Yes, well, we tolerate him anyway, don’t we? Only because Sirius would be nigh on unbearable if he didn’t have James to entertain him.”

“I still live at home,” Peter reminded him brightly. “I’m going to put off living like an actual, functioning adult for as long as I possibly can.”

Peter + Selina: 20 August

selinasapworthy

Against her better judgment, he made her smile. It wasn’t a large one, wasn’t an ear-splitting grin. But it was curved edges of her mouth, slanting upwards as she looked at him. “I’ll remember that in the future,” she replied, voice light as she tucked her hair behind her ear.

“There are many that are rather wonderful,” she agreed with him. Certainly James’ parents had been lovely. “But I think it’s just a wider problem. I could go into it intellectually but I’d rather not at the moment.” There was the problem of squibs and muggleborns and genetics, though she wasn’t sure how many wizards knew about that Muggle science. “Lily is quite capable,” she agreed.

“People often think things that don’t make any sense because they’re afraid,” she argued, not necessarily with him, but just in general. Selina took a long sip of her drink. “They don’t want to lose what they think they have. They want power, they don’t want their traditions to die out, they don’t…”she trailed off. “And all it takes is one person to twist something and suddenly it’s everyone’s agenda.”

#selinasapworthy #c: selina #; queued em

Peter shrugged a shoulder. He’d been on the receiving end of the colder side of Pureblood culture, and he wasn’t anxious to repeat the experience. Though it wasn’t like it mattered anyway-- Peter honestly didn’t give a fuck if someone who could trace their ancestry back to Merlin didn’t like him-- he probably didn’t like them either.

“Doesn’t make it right,” he added to Selina’s argument, taking another sip of his beer. “One bigot being an exceptionally large git doesn’t mean it excuses the rest of the slightly smaller but still problematic gits.” He shrugged a shoulder. “Know you didn’t mean it did, just saying.”

Peter wasn’t sure where this civility was coming from. Selina had been-- well. For three years, Peter had been claiming Selina as his archnemesis. That he was suddenly having a beer with her and discussing the intricacies of Pureblood culture was just shy of unbelievable.

Was he going to mope through the whole party? It certainly seemed like it was a good option at that point. Make sure Sirius knew he was miserable, maybe kick a table or two. It could be fun. But, he knew that it would hurt his mates to see him so upset when he had tried to seem so supportive about this move. Sighing, James shook his head in response, running his hands through his hair. “Why did we have to grow up, Pete? Why couldn’t we have just stayed at Hogwarts forever?”

“He’s my best mate. I’d never feel obligated to keep him around.” His eyes moved back to the things on the shelves, trying to find something large. Maybe, if he was lucky, it would take up most of the empty space left behind by his friend. At least, it could take up residence in the now forever vacant bed. Help James to pretend, at least for a little while, that Sirius was still around. Merlin, he needed another drink. It’d help him get out of this funk.

“Yeah,” he muttered. “At least, it will if you and I don’t accidentally drink it first.”

James couldn’t help the scoff that escaped. “So, I’m not allowed to make Sirius feel bad now? He’s allowed to make me feel like shit, but I can’t do it to him.” Now he was just being irrational, he knew, but Peter was right. Now he knew how Sirius had felt when James showed him the engagement ring he had gotten for Lily. At least then, James wasn’t planning on proposing within the next few weeks.

But the timeline didn’t matter. It was supposed to be another celebration among the four of them and their extended friends. A celebration of how far they had come, and proof that they actually understood what it meant to be an adult. He wouldn’t make Sirius feel bad. At least, not at his party.

#jamesxpctter #c: james #; queued em

Peter was quiet in response to James’ question. He’d asked himself that several times over the last few weeks; why had they had to grow up and leave Hogwarts? This wouldn’t even be an issue if they were all living together. “I dunno, James, just the way it is, I suppose.” It was a shitty answer, and Peter knew it, but he opted against trying again, instead throwing his arm around James’ shoulders in a show of solidarity.

“I know that, but that’s the only thing I can think of. Sirius just didn’t want to be left-- he wanted to be the one to do the leaving. That’s all.”

Peter arched an eyebrow when James mentioned drinking again. “Look, mate, you know I’m the last one to lecture you about drinking, but don’t you think you’ve had enough? I had to practically peel you off of the sheets this morning. Give it a rest, mate, you’ve still got to function.”

He waved off James’ scoff. “I’m not your bloody mother-- you can do whatever you’d like. I just think you’re going to regret it if you take all of this out on Sirius, that’s all.”

Peter && OPEN || Ashes to Ashes || 6 Aug. 1978

His laughter once more rang out as he watched Peter attempt to come back to grips with being right side up. Of course, James was aware that the bouncing might have been a little too much. But, it only seemed fair. After all, Peter was threatening to kill him–and himself, no doubt. James deserved some fun with the other boy.

“I’ve been sent on a mission to retrieve you,” James said, trying to make it sound as though it was the most important thing to happen this week. Like it was a mission to rival the ones that had put such dampers on their last few days. “And I can’t have a good retrieval with you aware that I’m coming now, can I?” The boy smirked, playing with the mask that he now held at Peter’s comment. “The day you hand me over to ol’ Voldemort is the day that I will give up my dreams of playing professional Quidditch.”

Stuffing his wand back into his old robe, James grinned. “I can’t tell you. It’s kind of this whole top secret thing. The masks were, unfortunately, my idea. Needless to say, they weren’t completely thought through.”

#jamesxpctter #c: james #; queued em

“Mission to retrieve me?” Peter repeated, eyes narrowing. He was a little more cautious than usual (not that he was usually cautious-- there was a certain level of invincibility that came with being 18 and fighting a war) with the recent events and he briefly considered making James prove that he was, in fact James, but the moment passed.

“Don’t be too sure,” Peter said mildly, putting his wand away and crossing his arms. “Pull another prank like that and I just might.”

He sighed when James declined to tell him where they were going and shook his head. “Fine, be that way. You’re just lucky I agreed to come quietly.”

remus, sirius, peter, & james || campfires & liquor

“It shouldn’t. I’m sure it’s been aired out plenty.”

The feeling of Sirius jumping on his back made James stagger forward slightly as he wrapped his arms around his best friend’s legs. “Fucking hell, you need to lose weight. My poor back can’t handle you.”

“Perfect. Alright lads, the wilderness awaits.”

@bloodmoon-rising

Remus completely ignored the nuances of Sirius and James in favor of clasping Peter’s shoulder with a heavy hand.

“You two love birds find your way there yourselves,” he said, smirking before he side-along-disapparated with Peter, their feet landing square in the middle of THEIR landing; the one that they found precisely for their overnight debauchery.

“We have the weed, liquor, and food. They’ll be here in 3—2—-1—”

“HEY!” Sirius exclaimed as Remus and Peter disapparated before them, an annoyed pout on his face. “Ugh, bugger those fuckers. Always trying to get ahead. They think they are sooooo clever. We should steal all our things and leave them in the woods by themselves.”

Concentrating, he held on to James, apparating them to the clearing, jumping off James’s back when they almost fell over. “You’re assholes. See if you get any of MY weed,” he huffed, being over-dramatic, punching them both in the shoulder in turn.

#bloodmoon-rising #siriusblackstar #jamesxpctter #c: remus #c: sirius #c: james #t: campfires & liquor

Peter didn’t have time to protest-- being abruptly side-alonged took his breath away and he gave Remus a dirty look before turning to greet James and Sirius upon their arrival.

“It’s not any fun to smoke by yourself and you know that,” Peter said with a grin, shrugging off the backpack of food and clapping his hands together in anticipation.

“Got the tent, James?”

@jamesxpctter

“That hurt you son of a bitch…”

Peter laughed, catching Lucinda’s wrists as she swung at him. “Those are the rules of Contact Exploding Snap!” he said on a laugh. “I don’t know what to tell you, Lucinda! Don’t play with the big boys if you can’t keep up!”

#casually-furious #c: lucinda #; owls #; queued em

“I am the one thing in life I can control.”

What?

Peter hadn’t been listening, zoned out thinking about his Potions homework, and the abysmal mess he’d made of his Charms essay when Lucinda’s voice broke through his thoughts. He looked up, blinking a little.

“What’s that, then?” he asked. “Sorry, I was– thinking.”

He met Lucinda’s eyes and rubbed the back of his neck. “Something about control…?”

Peter shook his head and sat up a little straighter. “You know, I reckon looking for control in– what our society’s become…” He didn’t finish the sentence, shrugging a shoulder.

“Bit like drying charms in a thunderstorm, yeah?”

#casually-furious #; i don't know what this is but here u go #c: lucinda #; queued em

Sirius & Peter Brotp

who steals french fries off the other’s plate:

Sirius. 110%

who jokingly moves in for the kiss when someone asks if they’re a couple

Varies depending on situation and level of influence either (or both) of them are under.

who has to bust or bail the other out of jail

HAHAHAHAHAHAH peter has to bust sirius out but he never will bc HE KNOWS SIRIUS WILL EAT HIM.

who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues

Sirius gives Peter advice/comfort. See: the thread we have where Sirius is doing this exact thing.

who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes

They are both shameless cheaters.

who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk

Peter will try, but Sirius will probably outrun him and take it to spite him.

who starts and who wins the pillow fights

They both start them; Sirius wins them, unless they can use magic, in which case Peter probably goes on a suicide mission.

who says “your pants would look better on their floor” to the other’s potential crush

Sirius undoubtedly. Peter would like to think he has the balls for this. He doesn’t.

Bonus:

@siriusblackstar

#siriusblackstar #; owls #c: sirius

remus, sirius, peter, & james || campfires & liquor

“Only fourteen? I mean, are we sure that’s going to get us through the whole trip? Might have to get some more. While your presence is more than enough for me, I would appreciate it if we didn’t go hunting deer. Especially not Prongs, as he does have people that he is rather fond of. Please tell me it is your mother’s cooking, because we all know that we’re all rubbish at the art of making our own food. And of course, I do have the tents. I couldn’t find mine, but I brought my dad’s old one in its place, so we should be fine.”

“S’the tent gonna smell like feet?” Remus asked. “‘Cause, knowin’ your dad….”

Remus heaved his heavy rucksack over his shoulders, the bottles clinking together as they moved within his bag.

“We’re goin’ for what, a couple days? Don’t think we need more’n fourteen bottles. We got a tent, booze, and food. Think we’ll be fine. We’re magic, mates…. Wait– someone tell me they got some Mary Jane?”

“What else am I good for, if it is not providing the drugs and the cigarettes?” Sirius asked, patting his pockets to make sure he had it on him. “Ah, yes, alright, I still have some.”

“We’re magic?” He said, acting gobsmacked, before jumping on James’s back, legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his shoulders. “Alright, giddy up, mates! Let’s get out of the house so we can apparate to the clearing, eh? I’m ready for a party.”

Glancing over at Peter, he gave him a cheeky grin. “Think you could feed me some grapes while Prongs gives me a ride?”

@pettigrcwn

#c: james #c: sirius #c: remus #g: fantastic four #t: campfires & liquor #jamesxpctter #bloodmoon-rising #siriusblackstar #;; uses this gif for all of pete's threads tonight

“Like fucking hell,” Peter snapped at Sirius, reshouldering the backpack, an easy grin belying his sharp tone. “Grapes are deadly for dogs, did you know?” he added casually. “Like poison for them, or some shit.”

“And yeah, Prongs, it’s my Mum’s cooking. She’s packed enough to last us through a week and then some. Since the majority of our consumption is going to be liquid and smoke form, we should be just fine. I did make a batch of special brownies for the occasion, though, lads. And that is all me-- my Mum wasn’t involved at all.”

@jamesxpctter

butterfingers || open

“Are you trying to imply that because my mother was a bitch, I don’t know how to treat a lady?” He grinned at his mate, clearly teasing him, enjoying putting him in awkward spots whenever the moment presented itself.

Sirius snickered at Peter’s comment, admitting that he had to give him that one. “You’re right, I don’t see how being a dog is humiliating. If anything, it’s fantastic. Belly scratches, people thinking you’re adorable, free food…honestly, if it wasn’t for the fleas, I’d be down with that lifestyle full time,” he retorted, smirking at him. “Ah, yes, blondes. You know, Mary was expressing interest in you before, perhaps you should be trying to hook up with her instead.”

He scoffed at Peter’s remark. “Hey, don’t get bitchy with me. I’ve been on your side from day one, remember? I was the only one willing to leave with you. If you want to complain about anyone choosing her side, hit up Prongs.”

“Let’s just blame James for everything, shall we? It makes life so much easier when you have a scapegoat,” he joked, rolling his eyes as he spoke about books. “I get the feeling Remus could contribute to everything without ever having to pick up a book. It’s no excuse for failing yourself.” He paused, pulling a face. “Merlin, I sound like a mother. Fuck it, do what you want.”

“I highly doubt Selina Sapworthy is going to turn into some hideous creature and try and devour us all. If she was going to, wouldn’t she have already? After James dumped her, I’m sure she had plenty of reason to. For revenge, if nothing else. Huh, you know, it would be fucking cool if you could turn into a dragon. I wonder if anyone ever was able to do that.”

#siriusblackstar #c: sirius #;; i have that gif saved as fuckboy

Peter rolled his eyes. “You know what, I’m not even responding to that.” He licked at his lower lip and shook his head. “You bastard.”

He grinned. “And you think you’ve outdone me in women. I’ve got the cute and charming thing down-- I don’t need to animagus into a dog to get some.”

“On my side, but you still didn’t leave,” Peter pointed out. “All James had to do was “sirius no” and you went running back. It’s alright, you’ve made your choice. Better be careful, I’ll have to do something drastic to get your attention next time.” He grinned and shook his head.

“I will, and have do as I want,” Peter said. “Though thank you for your permission,” he added dryly.

“And I don’t think animagi can be mythical creatures, but it would be fucking balls to turn into a dragon,” Peter agreed, perusing the store. “Have to ask Moony’s girlfriend about that,” he added absently. “McGonagall’d know, but I’d imagine it breaks some sort’ve-- law to be a fucking dragon.”

Peter, Peter, Pumpkin-eater, Get your fancy shoes out, we've been cordially invited to Lily's apartment for a fancy dinner soiree. I was told to bring booze - her first mistake that she will regret. The real question is whether or not to bring weed and how dead will I be if I don't bring something to eat. So you are officially in charge of making sure I don't die. Shall I swing by and pick you up, or you going to meet me at James's? -Siriusly Your Best Friend

Siriusly Needs to Get a Life,

But my fancy shoes haven’t been properly cleaned. Or polished. I’ll have to get the house elves out, and you know how the shoe polish damages their little lungs. Those things are expensive, Sirius, and I need more time to plan!

Also, what in Merlin’s baggy Y-fronts does Lily think she’s doing having a fancy dinner soiree? Hecate’s tits, we’re eighteen. Soirees are for mature adults, like twenty-year-olds. I need time to LIVE, Sirius.

I’m going with a yes on the weed (putting your life at risk brings me great joy, Sirius, I don’t know if you understand) and my Mum’s been dying to make food that adults will eat anyway instead of the rubbish I’ve been putting into my body. (Her words, not mine, and I shudder to think what dear old Honeydukes would think of my mother calling their fine confections rubbish.)

Or we could kill birds with stones and make The Brownies. Lady’s choice.

If you’re going to pick me up on that atrocity you call a boaterbike then YES, you should.

Looking forward to hearing from you,

your ever-faithful servant,

Peter Pecker Pounder

Peter Pecker

P. Pettigrew.

Pecker Pettigrew

“A gentleman, as if. Who are you trying to convince here, because it’s certainly not me,” he retorted, arching a brow at Peter. “I know you.” He reached over, grabbing some flour, puffing it in his mate’s face playfully. “I know him well enough to know that bloke isn’t getting any. If he was, his focus would be entirely different.”

“You make jokes, but when you break your nose or your neck, don’t come crying to me to make it all better, Wormy,” he teased, jumping down from the counter, raiding Peter’s refrigerator.

“Honestly, I had no plan either. If it wasn’t for Remus talking to me one night, I’d probably still be planning to mooch off the Potters for the rest of my life, feeling like a shit for doing it,” he admitted, letting out a sigh, grabbing a beer, popping off the top. He took a swig of it, sauntering back over to Peter’s side. “Maybe you should come live with us. Get a job and help us pay for the place. Merlin knows I’m a lazy bastard, I can’t find a job that suits my desire to lean back and allow everyone else to take the wheel.” He clapped his hand on Peter’s shoulder, raising a brow at him. “Calm down, Pete. You’re not going to be alone for the rest of your life. Like you said, you’re seventeen. We’re all going to get there. There is plenty of time, and even if we don’t find someone, we have each other, don’t we?”

“Hey, appreciating the human body in all forms isn’t weird,” he said tilting the neck of the bottle in Peter’s direction to punctuate his point. “But I’m glad my arse could take part in the process of you identifying yourself, Wormtail. It’s a fine ass to make that distinction with.”

#siriusblackstar #c: sirius

“I am a gentleman. You ask any bird’ve had, and they’ll tell you. Sapworthy being the rather-- explosive exception to that rule, though I never trusted her with my dangly bits. Far too attached to them to let them near whatever she’s got in her pants.”

He sneezed at the puff of flour and shot Sirius a dirty look, turning his shoulder to his friend. “You know if I did that, James’d do something terrible. I know you and Moons didn’t mean to-- whatever, but if all three of us moved in together? He’d have a fit, and you know it. He’s taking it hard enough that you and Moons are off-- living together and he’s been left behind.”

“I’m not upset,” Peter insisted. “I just sometimes worry that’m-- too far behind?” He shrugged a shoulder. “Dunno if that makes sense.”

“Your penchant for being in the nude is less endearing and more alarming,” Peter commented, pulling the pan towards him and dumping the mix into it. “I’m far more familiar with your nude form than I am anyone else’s, I’m dismayed to say.”

He passed the bowl to Sirius and shoved the pan in the oven, helping himself to a beer before boosting himself up to sit next to Sirius on the counter, dragging his finger through the vestiges of the brownie batter and sticking his finger in his mouth.

cissa--malfoy

It was almost laughable, the way he reached out to catch her. The way he stammered. It seemed as though he would be so easy for someone as charming and as pretty as she was to manipulate. It might be an easy afternoon. "Really, its absolutely no trouble.“ Narcissa laughed it off, straightening up, sliding her bag back onto one shoulder before brushing her hand over her skirt.

The blonde raised an eyebrow when he jolted back. Not entirely sure what that was about, and a little offended because if anything doing so was rather rude of him. But he continued to babble apologies and she kept her smile in face.

"Mr Pettigrew, it would be my pleasure,” she grinned. Batting her eyes and only continuing to grin, “After all there is nothing that can’t be solved by a cup of tea.”

It wass odd, to say the least, for Narcissa to willing offer her company to someone so beneath her on the social food chain. But Sirius was her family, whether he liked it or not. Just like Andromeda. Narcissa may have given up hope for returning of the latter to the Black family, but she would hold out for Sirius.

In her opinion, the boy was still too young to realise what he’d done. The easiest way to get to him would surely be through his friends.

Blood traitors though they may be.

She offered the other man her arm and waited for him to take it, patiently. He would be a fool to refuse. Even if she suspected he might be on the side of the war with the people who fought her husband. Even if he might suspect her of supporting the Death Eaters, she still had social standing. And if this boy had an ounce of breeding ingrained in him, she hoped he would take her arm.

At the very least he had already offered her tea, so she hoped she would get somewhere.

“Please,” she invited, “I’m sure you can take me somewhere you enjoy for a cup of tea?”