* ⧽ 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰 , 𝒑 .
𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: the knight bus, wherever it may be ! 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐏: mid - september, 1994 !
with a pair of dark splotches dabbed beneath exhausted eyes and an ill fitting conductors uniform very obviously thrown on before heading out the door, peter had certainly had BETTER days. honestly, he looked as if he’d just rolled out of bed - a concerning observation, given that it was the wee hours of the morning - and, lips twisted downwards before he’d ever set eyes on the prospective passenger, he wasn’t exactly the picture of friendliness that his bosses expected of him. “what’s all this, then?” he asks, peering down at them from where he stops at the back door of the bus, “what’re you doing down there?”
❝ just having a nap , ya know . the groundʻs real nice here , ❞ remus rolls his eyes as he hauls himself up , brushing off the stray grime as if it will have any effect on the disheveled mess . ❝ fuck does it look like , pete ? ❞ he quips . what it looked like was an exhausted asshole tripping over his own feet seconds before the knight bus appeared because that tended to be remusʻ lot in life . the fact that wormtail is working at this hour , however , is welcome news . he lopes up the steps , knocking the brim of peterʻs hat up higher with his knuckles and swooping down to press a sloppy kiss against his forehead . itʻs an easy affection , given teasingly and followed immediately by remus yanking the brim back over peterʻs eyes . ❝ howʻs the crowd looking tonight ? ❞
