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passing afternoon — peter&marlene

Marlene steps into the Leaky Cauldron, pushing back her blonde curls so she can see better. Blue eyes scan the crowd, but she’s looking for one person in particular. She’s always up for hanging out, especially with her close friends. In fact, she probably only ever hangs out with them. Sure, there’s other friends that she keeps in contact with, but her three girls and her four boys, well, they’re hers and she prefers hanging out with them. She’d never pass up this chance.

Finally, she spots him, and she bounds through the crowd, curls bouncing against her shoulders until she slips into the stool next to Peter. “Hey!” She greets, beaming at him. “What’s up, buttercup?”

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In an instant, Peter sat up on his stool, back straight, eyebrows quirked above eyes wide with excitement. For a minute there, he’d honestly been afraid that nobody would come and answer his invitation... though he supposed he could hardly blame them. Among the group, he was most likely the least fun to be with, nobody could deny that. In comparison to the antics that James and Sirius got up to or the wisdom that Lily, Mary and Remus imparted or the natural charm that Marlene and Daisy had, it was all too easy for him to appear dull and useless.

Even with the exhaustion etched on his features that he couldn’t hide even if he tried to, the smile that spread across his face was genuine and bright, taking in the sight of Marlene in her entirety. Sometimes when it took too long for one of them to respond to his letters (of which he sent many that went along the lines of ‘ What is small, furry and brilliant at sword fights? A mouseketeer! Just checking in. - Wormtail’ and other stupid jokes he hoped made them smile), he started panicking that something bad had happened, something he should’ve been there to help them with but wasn’t. With Marlene’s presence though, it felt almost as if there wasn’t anything bad going on in the world at all, like this was a normal time for them and the rest of the world. “Marlene, hey! You made it!” he said with an unintended squeak of delight at the end, his voice breaking like it often did in moments of loud emotion. “Oh, you know... training, boring stuff, really, you wouldn’t want to hear about it.” He waved his hand in dismissal. “What’ll you have? It’s on me.”

#p: marlene.#p: pa1.

passing afternoon — open

A hand drifted to the back of his neck, eyes closed shut in a brief moment of rest as fingers worked flesh in a desperate attempt to dispel fatigue. Truth be told, it wasn’t the sudden increase in workload that had exhausted Peter to the bone, it was the weight of the sadness that he carried on his shoulders at all time... or the anxiety to be precise, brought about by the imagined fears that haunted his waking days and plagued him with worry. With his work, he became almost mechanical, robot-like, performing tasks with precision and diligence. But during every moment that he could - on his lunch break, the brief reprieve from patient to patient, before going to bed - his thoughts drifted to the boys he’d spent the last seven years with and now weren’t in frequent company of. He knew it would take some getting used to, but he hadn’t anticipated just how much getting used to it would ask from him and honestly, he didn’t know if he had any more to give. Solitude was never a thing that he dealt with well and it was starting to scare him what his mind might tell him to do.

Sat on a stool behind the bar of the Leaky Cauldron, the tips of his toes only just barely touching the floor, Pete sighed to himself, hopeful that someone, anyone, would respond to his want to meet. The world would carry on with its problems, all he asked for was an hour, two hours tops of peace and quiet. No secret meetings, no planning, no talk of previous schoolmates that may have gone over the fence since they left the hallowed halls of Hogwarts. This was a time for friends and friendship, nothing more, nothing less.

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Ever patient, Mary listened to Peter’s unnecessary information, nodding politely. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, I though you would. It’s fine that you took your time. I know how work is.” Honestly, Mary had hardly had a moment to herself with how many shifts she was picking up at work to try to cover rent and bills and food. She was taking everything she could get and still hardly making what she needed. Her hours weren’t so odd as they were long, but it was all the same in the end. “How is work?” She asked. “Is being a healer-in-training as exciting as it sounds?” Being a trainee healer did not sound very exciting to Mary, but she wouldn’t say as much. “Oh yes. He’s out for the evening. Did you hope to see him?” “Would you like some tea? I had the kettle on anyway.” She lead him to the kitchen, gesturing for him to sit at the small wooden table, still chatting.

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Peter nodded, resisting the temptation to admit that work wasn’t exactly going as well as he’d hoped. Truth be told, he wasn’t sure what had prompted him to pursue this career, it wasn’t as though it had always been his goal to become a healer and it wasn’t a secret fantasy he’d been holding on to either. If he had to really get to the bottom of it, he knew that there wasn’t anything in particular that he wanted to be; it just so happened that he had the skills, the proclivity for it, that need to be needed. Still, that didn’t account for how well he would do, which was... well, it wasn’t all that bad. Following after her, careful of his surrounding as per usual, he settled into the offered chair, mumbling a reflex ‘Thank you’ to her. “It’s great! I’m bottom rung now so I don’t really have a say on where I get assigned. Right now they’ve got me on the ground floor... you know, artifact accidents. It’s where there’s the most people.” he said, easily slipping into the lie that he was enjoying his time. It was good work, he was learning, but the separation from the boys definitely took its toll. “Cor, did you know lots of folks have been on the end of a backfiring wand? And there I got Sirius making fun of me ‘fore when it happened to me, it’s pretty serious, you could lose your memory if you ain’t careful.”

#c: mary

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Surprisingly, Mary wasn’t the most embarrassed one in this situation. Which was strange, because she was the one who looked entirely embarrassing. “Oh it’s alright Peter.” She matched his smile, quite amused by how flustered he was by the sight of her in, effectively, her pajamas. “It’s fine actually, I forgot I’d lent it to you. I was looking for it the other day. Why don’t you come in? It’s just me. There’s tea there if you’d like it.” She ushered him, refusing to let him back out. It was instinctual, to try to put him at ease. Mary didn’t really like to see people on edge. She could not deny that she was quick to unease, but it certainly wasn’t socializing that made her tense. She’d always been good at that - reaching out to people, making friends and conversation and she hated to see others flustered about it, particularly people she cared about, like Peter.

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Almost in an instant, Peter sighed, releasing a breath he hadn’t known he’d held in his chest at the reassurance that this whole spiel hadn’t been such a hindrance to her. That was one of his biggest peeves, that he’d inconvenience people with the way that he was, no matter how much (or how little, to be precise) control he had over them. One tended to be sure of oneself in the presence of friends, but the same could never be said about Peter in the presence of anybody: a walking, talking, nervous wreck through and through. “It’s quite good, just like you said. I’m only sorry it took me so long to read it, but I’ve been working odd hours...” he explained, knowing that there wasn’t a need to but wanting to anyway. Not like she had remembered, just like she’d said. Stepping through the threshold, it was clear that he didn’t know how to hold himself, standing in the middle of the room almost in waiting for her to tell him what to do. It felt too intimate a scene for him to be privy to, her in her pajamas, and with Remus nowhere in sight. “Remus is out.” he noted, intending for it as a question but coming out as more of an observation.

#c: mary

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30 Uncommon Character Development Questions ( send me a number )

What position does your character sleep in? ( i.e; stomach, side, back, etc. ) Describe why they do this — optional.

Does your character have any noteworthy features? Freckles? Dimples? A scar somewhere unusual? etc.

Does your character have an accent? What does it sound like?

Do they have any verbal tics? Do they have trouble pronouncing certain words or getting their thoughts across clearly?

What are their chief tension areas?

If you were to pick one song — and only one song — to describe your character, what would it be and why?

How does your character perceive themselves? Positive? Negative? Neutral?

Are they a quick thinker or do they need time to sort through their thoughts?

Does your character dream or are their nights filled with an empty blackness? Describe a dream they’ve had or a night they couldn’t sleep and what they did to preoccupy their time.

If they had a choice, would they prefer a subway or a bus for public transportation?

What do they think of creation? Do they believe in evolution or do they believe in God? What is their religion like?

Describe 5 unusual characteristics your muse has.

Have they ever been so overwhelmed they had to stop and take a break from something?

Are they a team player or do they prefer to be solo?

Can they multi-task or must they focus on one subject at a time?

What are their best school subjects? What are their worst? List five of each.

Is your character an introvert or an extrovert? How do they handle big crowds of people?

Are they a leader, do they prefer to follow, or would they rather just stay on the sidelines altogether?

If your character was suddenly challenged, would they rather run away or stay and fight?

If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would that person be and why?

Your character has been granted 3 wishes; what would they wish for and why?

Does your character trust people right off the bat or does it take them some time to warm up to someone?

Do they prefer romance or affection? What is the quickest way to your character’s heart?

Does your character have any enemies? If so, who and why?

Do they have any weird bedroom habits? Any unusual kinks?

How does your character prepare for bed? Do they sleep at all or can they stay awake for days on end without trouble?

If your character had one thing to say to their parents before they died, what would it be?

Are they afraid of death? Do they have any regrets?

Does your character get restless when things are too quiet or do they favour solitude and silence? Why?

Finally; if your character was forced to eat one thing for the rest of their life, what would they choose and why?

#prompts.

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[all] quirks my muse habitually has.

Writers, bold all of your character’s regular truths.

1. Smoking: the action or habit of inhaling and exhaling the smoke of tobacco or a drug. 2. Binge drinking: the consumption of an excessive amount of alcohol in a short period of time. 3. Drug abuse: the habitual taking of illegal drugs. 4. Nail biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 5. Lip biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 6. Night Owl: a person who is habitually active or wakeful at night. 7. Early bird: a person who rises, arrives, or acts before the usual or expected time. 8. Negative attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with criticism and pessimism. 9. Positive attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with optimism and confidence. 10. Swearing: the use of offensive language. 11. Superstitious: an irrational belief that an object, action, or circumstance not logically related to a course of events influences its outcome. 12. Inspecting fingernails: a common body language sign of boredom. 13. Scratching your neck: a common body language sign of uncertainty. 14. Foot and finger tapping: a common body language sign of stress/impatience. 15. Nose touch: a subtle body language sign of deceit. 16. Flipping hair: a common body language sign of craving attention. 17. Twirling hair: a common body language sign of flirtation. 18. Cracking knuckles: a common body language sign of readiness. 19. Hands behind back: a common body language sign of confidence. 20. Finger pointing: a common body language sign of authority. 21. Hands on hips: a common body language sign of readiness. 22: Hands in pockets: a common body language sign of mistrust/reluctance. 23. Frequent touch: a common body language sign of warmth/familiarity. 24. Throat-clearing: a common body language sign of rejection/doubt. 25: Jaw-clenching: a common body language sign of hostility. 26: Eye-rolling: a common body language sign of irritation. 27: Head-tilt: a common body language sign of interest. 28. Whistling: to emit high-pitched sound by forcing breath through a small hole between one’s lips or teeth; usually to a tune. 29. Humming: make a low, steady continuous sound like that of a bee; usually to a tune. 30. Perfectionism: refusal to accept any standard short of perfection. 31. Photographic memory: the ability to remember information or visual images in great detail. 32. Paranoia: a mental condition characterized by delusions of persecution, unwarranted jealousy, or exaggerated self-importance, typically worked into an organized system. 33. Exaggeration: a statement that represents something as better or worse than it really is. 34: Intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive. 35: Quick-witted: showing or characterized by an ability to think or respond quickly and effectively. 36: Interrupting: breaking the continuity of a conversation with one’s own statements. 37: Doodling: to scribble or make rough drawings, absent-mindedly. 38: Irritable: having or showing a tendency to be easily annoyed. 39: Gambling: to play games of chance for money; bet. 40: Travel-sick: suffering from nausea caused by the motion of a moving vehicle, boat, or aircraft. 41: Sensitive: having or displaying a quick and delicate appreciation of others’ feelings. 42: Melancholy: a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause. 43: Chewing gum: the exercise of chewing flavoured gum which is not intended for swallowing. 44: Fidgeting: to make small movements, especially of the hands and feet, through nervousness or impatience. 45: Sceptical: not easily convinced; having doubts or reservations. 46: Neat-freak: compulsively obsessed with cleanliness. 47: Gossiping: divulging personal information about others. 48: Prim: feeling or showing disapproval of anything regarded as improper; stiffly correct. 49: Abbreviating: Giving others nicknames/shortening names/giving pet names. 50: Having a catchphrase: having a sentence or phrase typically associated with a specific person.

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“Oh—— you have the worst timing. Shut up, don’t say anything.” Mary was in a housecoat and curlers and of course there was someone at the door. Remus was out for the evening, and she had decided to relax and have a bath and do her hair and stop for the first time all week. So of course she had a visitor.

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The suddenness of Mary’s appearance behind the door he’d been staring at with unreadable intent made the tiniest of squeaks escape his lips, the book that he’d been absentmindedly passing between his hands to alleviate his anxiousness dropping to his feet with a soft thud! To make matters even worse, that little eventuality made him, catching him off-guard, made him jump, and the entire scene had the feeling of comical preciseness if only it wasn’t Peter Pettigrew. This was his normal, everyone who knew him knew that by now. Bending over to pick up the book, scuttling to dust off every inch of it exposed that he could, he gave her a rueful smile. “H-hey, Mary. Sorry to be a bother, I was just going to return this to-...” he raised the book, eyes widening when he finally straightened up and saw the state she was in. “Oh. Oh! Should I... I can go, I can just come back at a... at a better time if you...?” He gestured to her, cheeks red in embarrassment. He usually wasn’t this flustered around familiar friends - if anything, he was exceedingly chatty - but this wasn’t something he was prepared for, obviously.

#c: mary