May 4, 2014
diagon alley attack / peter and open
Peter was clutching his wand as if his life depended on it - and it kind of did. Around him there were sounds of chaos. Explosions, screams, cries, maniacal laughter. Crouching in a corner, he let his eyes scan every inch of the situation, trying to find someone he knew, someone who would stand by his side. Peter needed the security of a friend, of a fellow Order member because he knew he wasn't going to make it on his own. His head snapped up when he heard someone talk to him. "What?"