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dependant peter pettigrew for solemnlyrp

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libra hallows;

  LIBRA SHIFTED her weight from one foot to the other, huffily shifting the envelope between her hands as it began to grow warmer. the howler was dropped in her lap five minutes ago, and she suspected it would soon explode if the girl kept putting off opening the letter. quickly growing impatient by the timid nature of the boy, she took one harsh step forwards and waved the object in her hands towards his face. ❛ no - no way! it’s from YOUR mum! you’re going to be the one opening this ruddy thing! ❜ she cried.

   the slytherin gestured for peter to gather his stuff, making sure to give him her nastiest glare before turning sharply on her heel and flaring her nostrils towards the librarian scowling at the two. she stalked away from the boy, not once looking back to see if he was following her before she reached the doorway of the library.

   ❛ listen, lion, if you don’t start using your legs in the next ten seconds i’ll open this letter right here, right now. we’ll see how fast you’ll move then. ❜ she sneered, lifting a polished finger to the stamp attached to the back of the envelope, threatening to pry it off.

why did slytherins always have to be so bossy ? despite his annoyance, peter gathered his belongings and stuffed them in his leather mailman bag in a messy manner — some parchments threatened to fall off the sides. with a nudge, he got the strap on his shoulder and got up, making sure to not make any more fuss than already caused. ‘ let’s get this over with, then. ’ he told the girl when they were side by side in the door frame of the library. 

he stepped out, on the stone corridor and as the chilly air hit him, he was made aware of the temperature difference. he crossed his arms on his chest, wrapping himself tighter in his aviator jacket. there was a classroom two doors down the hall that was not occupied after fourth period on thursdays. ( his excessive knowledge of the castle’s whereabouts still startled him sometimes )

‘ after you ! ’ peter gestured with a half joking smile as he opened the wooden door. the room was indeed empty and would keep what nightmare awaited contained. ‘ i bet you it’s a prank — wait, i really do bet you. ’ the blonde slytherin's eyes held a threatening glare from the moment she appeared in the library, yet since his study session had been disturbed, he didn’t mind making the most fun out of the situation. the howler looked as if it was about to explode or set itself on fire, peter didn’t know what would be worse. ‘ two butterbeers on the next trip to hogsmeade, that is. ’

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libra hallows ; 

❛    𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 - an open starter.    ❜

  LIBRA HALLOWS knew the corridors of hogwarts better than those at her home. nine years of lurching through the castle subconsciously imprinted a map in her head, and it was disappointing to her, how easily she managed to betray her abode in portree. she didn’t need to think about telling her feet where to bring her, they somehow did it on their own. a sigh rumbled from the depths of her chest, and libra tucked stray strands of honey-colored hair behind her ears, rhythmically tapping her fingers against the doorframe she was now stood beside. libra didn’t want to startle the other, but the crimson envelope gripped between her index and middle finger certainly would. at least - she expected it to. when her presence was noticed, she released her bottom lip from the gnawing of her teeth and cleared her throat, the vibrations pulling themselves deeper into the slytherin’s body. 

   ❛ care to explain why i seemed to have received a HOWLER - from your mother? also, more importantly, who over the age of T H I R T E E N even gets a howler anymore? ❜

however startling the girl’s words were as they broke the sacred silence of the library, peter didn't lift his eyes from coffee-stained parchment of ancient runes. his eyes were dry and his head only seconds away from exploding but there was no time, he really needed to finish translating the manuscript in the next two hours unless he wanted his grade to suffer. crap, he thought as he rubbed his eyes and when he let his hand down from his face, the third year hufflepuff from across the table was staring at him.

‘ what’s wrong — ’ it took him a few seconds to realize what that was all about. peter turned to the door and, surely enough, the slytherin girl was looking directly at him, a crimson envelope seemed to be suffocating in her tight grip. his first instinct was to freeze in fear. oh, the times he’d been humiliated by one of those bloody envelopes. it didn't make sense though, there’s no way his mum would've found out about the dungbombs incident, no one knew.

‘ oi, i’m pretty sure it’s a prank. ’ peter spoke quietly. he wasn't sure about that, but rather hopeful.there were too many slytherins that wanted to get back at his friend group those days. ‘ go ahead, open it. not in here, though. ’ he motioned at the librarian, who looked as if they were seconds away from jinxing them both.

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emmy devereux ;

           he was always there. he was always curled up upon one of the cushions bathed in the morning sun whenever emmy finally managed to drag herself out of bed. but as her eyes had settled upon the cushion it was empty. no ginger cat was found purring contently. maybe if it have been one time, emmy would have written it off but he hadn’t been there for the last few mornings. she knew he was most likely gallivanting around the castle—hogwarts was his favourite place after all—but she knew she wouldn’t stop fretting until she caught even a glimpse of ginger fur. 

           “ tibers—tibers——tibers. ” the repeated name fell from her lips as she moved down one of the many corridors. pausing at every bench to search underneath, but each time coming up empty. as she rose from her most recent crouched position, her fingers came to brush a strand of loose hair from her face as a huffed breath escaped her lips. “tiberius devereux, you’re going to have a strong talking to when i finally find you.” words were muttered under breath before she took a pause as a figure came into view. without even a second thought, she stepped in front of their path as they moved closer, “ excuse me! ”a soft smile spreading across her lips, as her hands pulled at the hem of her jumper’s sleeve. “ you haven’t seen a ginger cat around anywhere have you ? he’s been missing for a few days now and it’s getting a bit worrying. ”

peter knew he needed to start paying more attention to his surroundings while roaming the castle. case in point, after skipping the corridors he was meant to make a turn on several times that day, he also bumped into emmy devereux as she came to a sudden halt in front of him. peter lost his balance for a moment, but was quick to regain it before collapsing on the ground ( that would have been so embarrassing ). he made sure all his belonging where still on his arm.

‘ crap i’m so sorry for that. you okay, right? ’ with a shrug of his shoulder, he readjusted a book that threatened to fall. despite her friendly smile, emmy looked rather frantic, as she fidgeted with her sleeve. ‘ what is it with cats and always running away? i could never understand them. ’  they didn't seem to understand him either, he thought, even though he’d spend hours and hours of playing chase with them as a rat. hell, he even entertained the idea of having played with tiberius as well, but that was a story for another time. ‘ uh, i’ve heard that they fancy observing and hissing at the owls in the owlery. have you checked there? i’m, ’ he recovered a letter from his back pocket and held it up, ‘ actually going there myself. ’

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ugh my v key is broken so imagine me swearing every time u see the letter in one of my replies. yes, i did swear twice writing this.

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         🌘 - clubbing headcanon

peter has never gone to a nightclub but considers clubbing as one of his worst nightmares. poor boy is so clumsy and has so little rhythm in his movements that is almost hilarious and peter is quite aware of that. if one of the boys ever dragged him to one ( knock on wood ! ) he would most probably spend all night in a corner, with a cola instead of an alcoholic beverage in hand. he is quite the party pooper if you ask me.

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            🚪 - up all night headcanon 

peter is a rather slow learner and requires countless hours of group studying and revising on his own to get to a fairly decent level. however, the available hours he could use for such a hustle are limited, as there’s always more homework piling up and various other activities clearly more important than locking himself in the library and burying his nose in a book. thank merlin, he has the required unyielding patience, accompanied by his fear of failure, to keep him up all night in the gryffindor common room, not even a yawn escaping his mouth as he goes through the notes his classmates have lent him.

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it’s like 3:55am here and i gotta fix my sleep schedule, goodnight everyone! if u are interested u can find me on dscord @el-en-ee#6906

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╰ intro post * 

hmgldkgndv hELLO people, it’s-a me, eleni-o ! honestly, i don’t know where i got so much muse for peter, i’ve never played this boi before, but it suddenly hit me yesterday and i was like, pls ? anyway, i’m super excited for this place, let me tell you a bit about this lil rat

( ROSS LYNCH )┋have you met ( PETER PETTGREW ) ? ( he ) reminds me of ( constant fidgeting and bad posture ; furrowed brows and chapped lips ; perfect vision, no rhythm ; borrowed notes with coffee stains and studying after hours ; grilled cheese and milk ; keeping secrets, even from yourself ; forced laughter, you try to feel included ; looking up to your friends — one day … ; the numbing fear of not being good enough ; the sorting hat made a mistake ). a ( nineteen ) year old ( ninth ) year ( gryffindor ), the ( obsequious ) is known to be ( allegiant & modest ), yet ( unassertive & feeble ). that explains why they’re majoring in ( ancient runes ). rumour has it, ( peter ) is siding with ( the order ) in the solemn war that blazes just beyond the horizon.

first of all, my peter won’t be so unreasonably evil as canon peter ( i srsly don’t get how would the marauders hang out w a man like that, let alone trust him with their lives ) he will still be a f snake at times tho  🐍 🐍 🐍

he grew up in a rather normal family, for a halfblood wizard that is. he is an only child, his mom is a witch who works at the ministry and his father is a muggle accountant.

peter was always a quite and timid child, so imagine everyone’s surprise when the sorting hat shouted “GRYFFINDOR !” without any hesitation. he was supposed to be proud of it, to feel that he was more than what he thought of himself to be. however, it just left him feeling insecure and a fraud. the three marauders noticed his misery and took him under their wing, which peter is eternally grateful for.

the marauders mean the world to peter. they are the brothers he never had, he looks up to his incredibly talented, each in their own field, and supportive friends and would do anything for them. on the other hand, being surrounded by such great personalities, let alone model gryffindors, takes a toll on peter. his insecurities always lurk in his mind and he has the constant need to prove himself, even to them.

peter is a Disaster Bi ! when everyone seems better than you, it’s easy to confuse attraction with admiration, so he himself has no clue. watch him as he get’s hella confused in the future whaddup 

he is not very talented. he’s not an exceptional student, he can’t play quidditch or cast extravagant spells. even for his animagus abilities, james is to be thanked for. he is determined to get better at things. he decided to major in ancient runes, well, basically because it requires zero talent, only a good memory.

he is a wonderful supporter and a very loyal friend, to a fault. he will do anything his friends tell him to do. thank merlin the marauders are decent anf don’t take advantage of him.

that’s all for now ! got any questions ? plot ideas ? do u just wanna hang out ? hmu ! i’m so ready to write w all of u!

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