If it’s not flesh and blood that leads you on honey

We’ve been sneaking around but we do it lightly No more middle school tongues We’re outside and free from all tethers So get off the floor if you’re under the weather, come on The latchkey kids have all come together Peter Arastus Pettigrew Eighteen Neutral Gryffindor Alumni

[dailyshameless]

[imseriouslysiriusblog-blog]

Welcome to my homecoming

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imseriouslysiriusblog:

“People keep saying it was a long time, but really it was only a month or so,” he points out to him. There was a time when they had issues going a couple months over the summer without seeing each other, and hell they had normally gotten together at some point. They were adults now, Hogwarts was behind them and here they were, life was crashing in. It sucked, but there you had it he supposed.  He was worried about the fact that Peter was working as much as he was, yes Sirius got it but that wasn’t the point now was it? The guy was going to work himself into an early grave if it was enough to have him sleeping on the floor instead of a workable bedroom. He nods, “hows your mum doing?” he asks his friend as he sits at the kitchen island, because that was important. Honestly Sirius was hoping it was well, he didn’t even want to think about what would happen to Peter if something happened to his mother.  Dark eyes widen a bit in surprise at the second bit of news, “she’s avoiding you? What the hell… you that bad at it?” he asks him. Truth be known he wasn’t a hundred percent sure about his friends relationship with woman, but he knew they were close and damn it. “Aye, well…” he shrugs, patience in general was needed with his buddy but he wasn’t going to say that one. “And how are YOU handling that one? Like… Are you okay?” he asks him curiously, and perhaps a bit awkwardly. This wasn’t usually Sirius’s role in the group, at all. He didn’t do shit like this, point in case, his own life right now. 

"Cause a month or so is the blink of an eye," Sure he was giving him shit, but Peter felt like he was one of the people that had the right to be a shit about it. He'd been the one living alone in the big bloody house for the last month or so. He felt like he needed to smoke, instead he opened the damn french press and dumped the coffee inside. He was still waiting for the water to boil when Sirius spoke, running a hand over the back of his neck he leaned against the counter.

"Mum's aright," well that was kind of true. He didn't feel like sugar coating it for his best mates though. "She's got her good and bad mostly good but they still don't know what's wrong with her." And that in itself just made it harder. They were supposed to be fucking wizards but they couldn't figure out why his mum was sick, figured it was because she didn't have any magic. But Peter just, he couldn't accept that as a reasonable excuse and neither could Severus. There was no excuse.

"The fuck you on about?" Peter shook his head, waving him off shaking his head as the water finally boiled so he could make some bloody coffee. Pouring the water into the contraption, letting it steep for a few minutes. He glanced at Sirius as he slowly pushed the plunger down, not really sure what he was supposed to be saying or how he was supposed to be feeling. The question how he was handling it had his eyes narrowing, making him question how he has so he smacked his hand into the counter. "I'm not a fuckin' charity case, mate. She wants to be gone, she can be gone. I'm not gonna sit round and pine for her. Not me." He shook his head, getting two cups from the cupboard. “Not me.”

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littlemissmckinnon:

She waited, her breathing low as though she was bracing herself but nothing came and that was far worse than anything he could have said to her. Marlene lifted her head from under the covers, her eyes square on the back of his head, narrowed but given that he couldn’t see her it didn’t do much good. She wasn’t sure what to say and more so it was one of the exact reasons that she wished she hadn’t come. Marlene knew that avoiding the whole situation wasn’t going to make things easier on them. If anything it seemed to make it worse than it had been before.

 There was a breath of air that escaped her nose before she could stop it, one that sounded evidently more frustrated then she wanted to be. Not that she was sure if she was sighing at him or herself. It was the latter, she didn’t even have to ask herself. She had done a fan-fuckin’-tastic job of breaking everything she touched thus far. Why stop now?

She had to talk to herself out of getting out of the bed and leaving. Calling it quits would have been the easy way to spare them both from anymore damage then she had already done. He was one of her best mates and she didn’t want to lose him and that triumphed her fear of rejection. Another reason that Marlene’s feet hadn’t found her shoes and bolted back out the door that she had came through. Instead, she stayed, flipping from her side to her back, hands crossed over her stomach. 

There were few things that Marlene knew she could do in life but one of them was certainly out wait Peter Pettigrew’s stubbornness. And if all else failed she’d keep him awake with pokes to the back and narrowed eyes on the back of his head that she knew he could feel. Her finger reached out poking his side with her index finger. “I’m not bloody leavin’ so you might as well acknowledge me.”

He felt her staring daggers at the back of his head, he expected her to run. She did that best, up and run but so did he. When she poked him he almost growled at her, tugging the covers off and climbing out of his own damn bed to walk to the window still giving her his back. Not bloody leaving huh? His hands moved through his hair as he was almost tempted to leave instead. 

"You come in, crawl in my bed after four fuckin' weeks, Marlene? Take pity on the poor lad, obviously, he's over there pinin after ya." this time he did sneer at her, bitterness was easy to deal with and he had an earful for the Mckinnon. He'd gone from being hurt to being upset and now he was just blind pissed. "Do you feel bad for me, Marley? Is that why you hang 'round so much. Take pity on the poor boy who don't know better?" 

Moving towards his door, he dug his bomber jacket around to the pocket, needing a smoke. He was so angry and he felt like he always held back with her. He didn't want her to see his nasty side, that was probably it. He never worried about anyone else, he was honest with Mary and with Lily, told them how he felt. Was often more poetic than he wanted to be-- then again deep down he was a musician. He hid that from them too, save for the nights when he needed to do something to clear his head. So he smoked and he played guitar by himself. Music just for him alone.

Pressing the smoke to his lips he prowled the room to his jeans, tugging them so he could find his lighter. It was clear he was angry, he tried not to let people see him angry. Frustrated sure, but he was angry and hurt. It made for a hostile combination in Peter. Flicking his lighter to life, he took a drag from his smoke to light it. He needed that smoke in his lungs to calm him. He turned towards the window, narrowing his eyes out into the dark before he whirled. "The fuck you want from me?"

[xmorsmordrex]

Lessons in Survial || Peter & Lily

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fierylily-evans:

It wasn’t uncommon for Lily to fall asleep in the middle of her work. Whether it was the library or the common room at Hogwarts, or various spots in the flat after she graduated; Lily had a knack for getting caught up in what she was working on. Somehow, she always found herself waking up in a bed though, with no recollection with how she’d gotten there. Peter was a common culprit of bringing her to bed, but James and even Remus had brought her in often enough. While Lily couldn’t carry anyone to bed, she had no trouble throwing a blanket over them when the occasion presented itself. 

As he took the pan from her hand, her smile turned into a small pout as she realized she’d grabbed the wrong one. There was no arguing with him there. Lily couldn’t focus on something so simple for long. “In my defense it does nothing for the longest time and then all the sudden it’s burning” she explained. 

She shook her head after he ruffled her hair, a fond smile on her lips. “I can’t argue with you there. Alright, let me see it then” she nodded, setting it the timer correctly. “I fill this pot up with water, and set it on the stove, yeah? How high should the heat be?” she asked, already working on filling the pot partially with water. Lily appreciated that he was teaching her in a way that was useful to her. It was rare that she’d ever take the time to sit and cook, not when her mind was on a million other things. This she could do though. If she set a timer, she could do something while she waited without causing it to go to shite.

They took care of each other, all of them did. Peter had more than once dropped a blanket over Lily when they'd been at school, in his later years he'd taken it upon himself to get her up to bed a few times when he'd come across her. Lily had become a part of his life before he'd realized he was getting attached, it had scared him at first. Like it had with Mary, worse probably than with Mary. These people had become the kind of family over time that he'd always needed but never knew that existed. Friends that you let in, ones that disappointed you like Sirius had and ones that surprised you like Mary and Lily. He loved them, but he still-- even after all this time tried to keep them at a safe distance.

He let her do what she wanted, moving around the kitchen to get the water. He reached over and took her hand moving the pan under the water before he shook his head. "Less about how much water and about making sure you're payin' attention to it." He moved, letting her do what she felt like she needed to do as he stood back to let her fill the pot. He knew she'd take that super literally so he shook his head about that too.

"More about not forgetting it, don't get tunnel vision when things are going on," well, pot screaming at the kettle honestly. Peter gave her a slight smile, tugging at the end of her hair as he dug the egg timer out of the drawer. He didn't want to fail them, that was the truth. Any of them so he thought long and hard about his words, ended up saying nothing sometimes because of it. Thought too long and hard on a problem, "Work is important, yeah? But so is makin' sure you don't burn the bloody flat down with all your mates in it. You hungry, you need to make that a priority. You want it to be good, think of the food like a case. Something you want to be thorough with.... it's art." Or music, a lot of music.

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marygreermacdonald:

Mary frowned, shaking her head. “Godric no, nothing like it” she promised, her nose wrinkling in disgust. She giggled, shaking her head. “Just a begat free book,” she told him. She nodded her head, smiling slightly. “He makes Dorcas happy and that’s all I care about,” she told Peter. “And it’s nice to see a different side to him. I was angry at him for so long for calling Lily a…you know, mostly because he hurt her feelings, but also because he hurt mine. Using that…word” she said. “But, it’s nice to see a different side to him. The real side of him” she told Peter.  “He is a good man,” she said with a nod.

“So, I can forgive the midnight embarrassment” she added, her cheeks still pink with embarrassment. 

She regarded him for a moment. His flinch reminded her of how horrific the whole thing had been. Her mind cast back to the first time she looked in the mirror after healing. The lightning-like scars which crept up her spine and over her shoulders and across her body. The bruises which sat under her skin. She’d had to charm herself for months so that no one would know, and she had to charm herself still in she wore anything which might reveal parts of her scars. Mary’s skin was a mosaic of her experience. But it wasn’t really a reminder of how weak she’d been in that moment, but rather how strong she was for surviving. Yes, the repercussions of the act were still cascading through her life, but she drew strength from her ability to get back up after it happened. She’d made the excuse that she’d had a terrible case of splinching from apparating. It made a good excuse for the scars on her body which occasionally she forgot to cover. 

Mary hugged into Peter, reaching round to ruffle his hair. “You’re allowed to think. Informed decisions are the smartest type. But sometimes love defies logic and is uninformed”

“Marlene may be the sun, Peter. But you’re the stars in the sky.” she told him. “You’re both beautiful and you’re both important” she said. “You bring light to each other and other people in your lives.” she said. “Stars guide those lost at night, the sun brightens moments of darkness.” Mary murmured. 

He grinned, it was one of the first times he'd felt like smiling in ages. Mary just did that for him, settling back a bit he nodded his head. "I wasn't mad at him, I didn't know him--" Peter looked over at her, watching her face for a moment before nodding. He understood, why she'd been so angry. Because it was as good as if he'd shouted it in her face too. He'd been miserable for so bloody long, just being here helped-- he glanced at her with a slight nod. "-- didn't stop any of us from giving him hell though did it? I told him I was sorry, I should have said somethin. He didn't deserve what he got handed." There had been a lot of things that happened in school that hadn't needed to be or weren't deserved. His arm tightened a bit around Mary, he felt protective but he didn't smother. She needed to spread her wings and the truth was, he was damn sure that he needed her more than she needed him.

"Hey," he swatted at her hand, they'd all kind of grown. Evolved, Peter knew what it felt like to have the stories of your past on your body-- so did Remus. They were the people that understood those things on a profound level because they'd lived the worst kinds of stories. Peter was sure that one day some bloke was going to come along that actually deserved his little blonde sister, but the truth was he didn't think anyone was good enough for her. He sighed, letting that look cross his eyes again. Peter Pettigrew wasn't worth the skin he was wrapped in that was for sure, especially not for someone like Marlene.

His arm settled around her though, his cheek finding her hair as he snorted out his own dissent. Holding her close because she needed it and well he needed something to hang onto himself. "Give me too much credit, Mary. You're the stars." He was just a lost boy that had never made his way to Neverland and wound up growing up still lost. Mary though, she was the stars that guided you, he knew where north was because of her-- 

He let the silence hang for a moment before he kissed her head, he loved the girl. Not in the same heart straining almost paralyzing way that he did Marlene, well probably love Marlene. This was easier, less adrenaline running through him, this was soft like Mary was. "Love you, Mar. Thought you should know.” 

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making tracks || peter & severus || 16.8.1978

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undxraviolxtmoon:

It had been a while. Between work, Doe and all that entailed, the idea for a new standard book of potions, and the chaotic double-life he led in the war, he needed a strong drink or eight; with someone, he considered a best mate. A break from it all was long over-due. He settled into the seat across from Pete and fished out a smoke from his pocket. “Bloody hell it’s been ages. How pissed are we aiming for here? Legless?” he chuckled softly, lighting the smoke up with a match from the book he’d taken off Reggie earlier in the week. The matches did make it taste better. 

He hadn’t really been avoiding the question about Doe, per say, but he wasn’t quite sure what to say about her. “She’s doing as well as can be expected I suppose,” just as he finished speaking around the stick resting in the corner of his mouth, the drinks made their way onto the table. He fingered the frosted glass absently. “The loss hit her the hardest, for obvious reasons, but she’s going to make it. She’s strong.” He furrowed his brow. “Might do her some good to get out of the house for a bit. Get some air, you know. Something other than me surrounding her." 

The glass lifted from its coaster and he drank deeply after moving the cigarette from his mouth. "If we start singing Celtic songs in the middle of the bar we should probably call it a night,” his eyes twinkled with an almost unfamiliar glow. Something akin to joy that he so rarely felt. This was easy. Being friends with Peter was much easier than he’d anticipated and he liked that, honestly. He hadn’t imagined it would go so well but they kind of just…worked. Never asking too many questions, digging too deeply always caused some sort of friction, and Severus was comfortable with the surface level shit to be quite honest. Not that wouldn’t answer anything asked of him, bordering on the deepest of his secrets, but he preferred the easy vibe they had going.

“Don’t want to fuckin’ feel my arse let alone my legs,” the man replied with a smirk, he took a drag from his own smoke, settling into the pub they’d been coming to since the firs time they’d decided they were mates. This time, they were sitting at a table where they could get food and keep the drinks coming until they were both too pissed to make it out of the place without crawling. He needed it as badly as Severus did. He took his smoke between his fingers and let out a breath, the smoke coiling in the air with the other people in the bar. This- this was a place he was good for.

Peter let it go, as he had a tendency to let a lot of things go. The man’s relationship with one of Peter’s friends was his own business but he could see that there was a lot of love there so he didn’t press it. He motioned for the bartender to start the drinks coming and raised a brow, nodding his head. “Sound worried about her, an’ thats alright. She put my face back together after it got the shit kicked outta me a bit back, Mary’s pretty pissed about it though.” He wasn’t about to touch on Marlene. So he wasn’t going to press him about his lady. Peter’d heard that Doe was running herself to classes and trying auditions so he figured she’d be alright. 

“Don’t know a lick of Gaelic mate, but I do know a few pirate shanties.” Taking a drink from his glass he settled back and let out a sigh, it was like a release. Like being with the lads or Mary, Marlene before all of the complicated tightness in his body started every time she breathed in his general direction. 

[jakeyjohnson]

[thejameseffingpotter-deactivate]

Wakey Wakey

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thejameseffingpotter:

"Yeah, you would. You and Snape both do that weird loner thing. You don’t even need to do that anymore, you know. You can just say ‘Prongs, come drink with me, but don’t talk all night’ and I’d try to actually do it.” He wouldn’t succeed at it, of course. James knew he could be a bit much. Still, Peter and Severus seemed… Not the same, but what little he knew of the other, it made a funny sense they didn’t mind each other? Though ultimately, if any of his best friends was going to actually be good pals with Severus Snape, he expected Remus. Because books. “Look, I’m just saying. It’s weird to think of Snape as… Well, someone Doe is into. Someone like us.” That classic Us and Them concept that he knew drove certain friends batty.

“Oh.” James sat up straight and pushed his glasses properly into place to examine his friend while he spoke. “Oh, so you’ve been having Marlene snuggle up with you and not even thought twice about it? I’m not going to go all ‘ohhh a girl,’ but man, mate, Wormtail. Marlene is a bundle of emotions and you’re all selfless and stuff, maybe you didn’t shag, but that’s not nothing.” Frankly, James liked the idea of the pairing. He was rooting for Pete to get with Mary, but Marbles and he might keep each other grounded.

“I need more information about this so my imagination doesn’t run wild. You know this brain of mine, it’s going to think the worst.“ They both knew how true that was. 

“Wierd loner thing?” Peter questioned, looking at his friend with a slight smile. Alright so maybe there was a bit of the weird loner thing. But it was just him and Severus, Remus had that entire market cornered. It was why they’d been so close when they were in school. “You’ll try, mate, but thanks. The thought is appreciated.” He took another drag from his smoke, nodding his head as he listened- glancing at his friend for a moment. That had always been something James and Sirius had always been about, us and them. There was so much an us and them mentality that when they’d been younger, Peter’d never wanted to be a them. Now, he was just Peter.

He let James have that, because it was something he had to process. The differences between you and me- Peter was still trying to figure out what they’d all hated about Snape that they hadn’t hated in Peter? Was it just because he’d been in Gryffindor? 

His brow hiked instantly at James’ commentary on his relationship with Marlene Mckinnon. He didn’t talk about it, about how he felt about it but he realized that he probably should Peter just, had never been much for sharing. “I’m not ready to give her more than that, man. ‘m a fuckin mess. Plus she’s Marlene Fuckin’ Mckinnon, she can do a lot better than a bloke like me from south london try’ not to die.” It sounded dramatic so he took a drag from his smoke. “Don’t deserve her either. Got this shite for Mary already, besides she’s avoidin me. Told her to be patient an’ she hasnt spoken to me since.”

[finnickodaair]

[psychic-zombie]

“ And you understood Wormtail too… you knew there was a bit of regret there, somewhere… ”

©LittleHelianthus

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Sirius: I've done a lot of dumb stuff.

Peter: I witnessed the dumb stuff.

James: I joined you in the dumb stuff.

Remus: I TRIED TO STOP YOU IDIOTS FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!

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theskeeterbeetle:

Her nose wrinkled at him before she shook her head, walking into the room as lights turned on as she walked. “Ah, yes I should have but then you’d ‘ave been able to hide from me. I rather like showing up unexpected on you. It almost guarantees that you can’t avoid me.” She gave him a smile before she began unpacking, tossing over her shoulder one of the packs of cigarettes. “How’s work treatin’ ya? Still over worked and under paid?” She already knew the answer to that one.

“Of course,” Yeah why bother lying to Rita? She was his cousin after all and there were things that she could get away with in his eyes that most just didn’t. He didn’t really know what to say to her comment, snorted until he caught the pack of cigarettes in the air. His favorite brand. While he might rail against her sometimes, he did love her. Moving across the room he leaned over her back and pressed a kiss to her cheek, a thank you before he moved to find a shirt. “Always. What about you? Still making people uncomfortable for a mediocre salary?”

[imseriouslysiriusblog-blog]

Welcome to my homecoming

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imseriouslysiriusblog:.

“Time to myself, yes, “ he tells him, his dark eyes moving over the other man, perhaps a little critically. Not like he meant to be critical, but damn it to hell. He was going to starve himself here one of these days. The look on Sirius’s face suggested his feelings regarding his friends reply as well, “Tuesday? Seriously? Jesus man, no wonder you’re sleeping on the floor,” he tells him, “you can’t… never mind, “ because he wasn’t getting into that fight. Not right here and right now if he could help it because really? He wasn’t sure he could hold his own in one. Actually he was pretty sure he couldn’t. “ It’s like five, I think, ” he says with a shrug. Peter was probably right, might as well do the coffee thing, and maybe food. His stomach wasn’t quite rumbling yet, but give it another hour or so and it would be. Sirius stretches slightly and follows his friend into the kitchen, scratching the back of his neck as he does. He was going to need to get his hair cut sooner rather than later. It was getting long again and while the look have been preferred as a kid, it wasn’t so much now. He wanted to keep is short. “ On my end? Not  a whole lot going on to be honest, “ he tells him with a shrug. Which was a lie, probably not a really great one either since Wormtail knew him and had known him for awhile, but to be honest, Sirius wasn’t sure he was ready to talk about it yet. He certainly didn’t want to sit at the table and talk about their feelings. If he was going for that, he’d talk to Doe or James, lets be real here. “What about around here?” he asks him curiously.

The look Peter shot him was bland as he moved towards the kitchen since Peter seemed to be the one that knew how to cook the kitchen only seemed to be stocked with anything when the man was of a mind to cook for himself. Since he wasn’t usually sleeping well it meant something that there was at least bread and jam in the fridge. Ignoring Sirius he continued down the hallway, five AM then? Fuck. 

Yawning he set the water on the kettle to boil. While living in the Wizarding World he’d been hard pressed to find a proper magical coffee maker that actually made the coffee bloody well taste like coffee. Instead after tossing a few out to the backyard he’d settled on an old-fashioned french press. Figuring that if he wanted coffee, he was alright working for it. Like he was usually working for everything.

“You’ve been gone so long what would be going on, ye?” folding his arms he leaned against the cabinet counter, yawning again. “Work. Kissed Mckinnon while you were gone, she’s been avoiding me every since I told her to be patient with me.” He was grumbling about it, he hadn’t had the time to deal with it or anyone to talk to about it. Not really.

[harrypotterhousequotes]

GRYFFINDOR:

“You’re not the only one, Refusing to go down, You’re not the only one, So get up!!“ 

–Three Days Grace (Let’s Start a Riot)

[dailyatlanta]

I’m actually kinda of fucked. Van needed that money. My daughter needed that money. Not in September, but today.

[lipgallaghersaysfuckyou]

🍺👀💙

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littlemissmckinnon:

It had been a few weeks, well actually, if she was being completely honest with herself it had been twenty-seven days, fourteen hours and three minutes – but who was counting? Certainly not her. It wasn’t like she was a tiny bundle of anxious nerves as she made her way up the stairs. Her footsteps were light, her breathing slow but she knew that the second she cracked the door open he would know she was there. That was the reality. That the second that she opened the door he would know that she was there and Marlene wasn’t sure she was ready to deal with that.

She had been avoiding this but it had been a conversation with Dorcas and a few surprisingly reassuring words from James she still hadn’t managed to pluck up the courage to do this until now. Then again she was still on the other side of the door so had she really plucked up the courage. She moved, her ear against the door as though she was listening for signs of life before she shook her head. This was not who she was. A hand turned the door knob, opening it just enough for her to get through before quietly closing it behind her. She kicked the converses off her feet before pulling back the covers and climbing in, her head on the pillow and her hand holding the comforter over her head.

@pwormtail

He hadn't been counting. He'd given up, it was just how he'd done things this far. If someone was going to avoid him then he figured that was the end of it. What had he been doing anyway? Entertaining even the idea that the fireball Mckinnon could even in the least feel somewhat more than friendly towards him. He'd listened to what his friends had, had to say and tossed it up to just wanting to help but Marlene had made up her mind. There was no being patient, there was nothing. She was gone and that was his own fault. He just-- wasn't prepared for any of this. Whatever this feeling was, whatever anybody thought he deserved, he sure as hell didn't. He didn't deserve anything.

Peter pressed his face into his pillow that night with the distinct impression he'd be sleeping alone. He had work the next day, he'd just crawled in at near three am and there was a madman on his floor who they were having to force feed because the spell on him had him throwing up frogs and no one could stop it. Yet anyway, usually it was a quick fix but this curse hit it's mark hard. Sleeping on his stomach he had his arm wrapped around his pillow, face pressed against it, though his sleep was far from dreamless. He was nine again.

He was nine again.

The shift on the mattress had him flipping around, a fist aimed to connect with whatever was coming at him. The dream and reality blurring before he recognized the smell, Marlene? His eyes narrowed and without a word he rolled over, not wanting to talk or discuss anything. Yeah maybe he was angry, no-- that wasn't right. It was hurt but anger worked just as well.