#*honesty hour;

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would you rather crucio the person you love most or be crucio'd by them?

honesty hour —

“Wh-what sort of question is that?” Peter stammered out, his heart thumping painfully in his chest, dew growing on his hands as he rubbed his fingertips against the palms. “Y-you just don’t go around asking that sort of thing, I mean, people are actually getting, you know, cursed and it’s just. It’s not a good thing to talk about.” He was rambling now, full on. Yet he couldn’t stop, because he couldn’t answer the question. He knew what he should say. He should be adamant that he would take the curse to save the person he loved most. 

As that thought crossed his mind, he began to calm down. Did he even love anyone anymore? He cared about people, sure. But love? Even his own mother didn’t really qualify under that category anymore, in Peter’s mind. “I-- well, I’d have to be cursed by them, wouldn’t I?” Yes, because he’d be crucio’d by no one. 

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What's your best memory at Hogwarts?

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Memories flickered through Peter’s head as he tried to think of what had been the best moment over all. The problem was, every single good memory that came up, felt tainted with darkness now. His hands clenched as he considered the two best moments he’d remembered fondly until recently.

The year he’d ended up with actual birthday presents that weren’t simply practical things from his mum. Now, they felt like pity gifts. 

The day he managed his first transformation into a rat, and thusly was given the name Wormtail. Now it simply reminded him of how often his friends put him in dangers way for stupid whims in their arrogance. Not to mention, he became a tool to them. Someone who could easily sneak out and check the ghost was clear until the map had been finished, or get into small areas to open up doors and windows for his mates. And possibly worst of all - the Dark Lord had refused to call him as anything but Wormtail since his first betrayal. 

“Uh, well. I guess maybe the party after we finished our OWLs? That was a good night.” 

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If you could take one thing from James, one from Sirius and one from Remus what would it be?

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Peter frowned as he considered his options. “Their ability to make friends.” Physical possessions didn’t mean much to Peter. All he’d ever wanted from any of them was their friendship, genuine real friendship. The kind where they saw him as an equal to them, but he couldn’t really explain that to anyone else. To everyone else, he was always part of their group, and they’d always protected him to some extent. But with that, it felt like they no longer respected him. And it left him feeling infinitely lonelier than he’d been as a child playing alone in his bedroom for eleven years. “And maybe some of their freedom,” he added as an afterthought. 

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answer me this honestly, truly and uprightly: what is your favourite food?

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"Oh easy that’s -- well, no, actually--” Peter frowned then, several foods coming to mind at once. “Uh, I guess it depends. You know, my mum, sometimes these pork ribs go on sale, and Merlin they’re so good when she cooks ‘em. Especially when she melts a bit of cheddar cheese on ‘em,” he grinned happily at the thought, his stomach nearly rumbling in anticipation for a meal he wouldn’t be getting for at least another couple weeks. “Dessert or snack though? Can’t go wrong with something blueberry.” The biggest thing he missed about living with his best friends was the chance to dig through their Bertie Botts for all the blue ones. 

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