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Make it [make sense] Monday
Welcome to week 3 Rat Army!
This week we have an excerpt from The Prisoner of Azkaban, giving us our first peek at what kind of person Peter might have been.
The aim of the game is to take something that is true (ah-hum, alleged) and make it make sense.
See below the line for more details on the initiative.
I thought I’d take the #make it [make sense] Monday quote prompt and write the scene from Peters perspective.
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“Goyle reached toward the Chocolate Frogs next to Ron — Ron leapt forward, but before he’d so much as touched Goyle, Goyle let out a horrible yell.
Scabbers the rat was hanging off his finger, sharp little teeth sunk deep into Goyle’s knuckle — Crabbe and Malfoy backed away as Goyle swung Scabbers round and round, howling, and when Scabbers finally flew off and hit the window, all three of them disappeared at once.”
HC: Peter has a grudge against elder Goyle. (Don’t ask me what it is, I don’t know. If you know, feel free to share)
The last thing Peter remembered before falling asleep was feeling overwhelmed by the chaotic rush of the Weasley’s trying to make it out the door on time. He had quickly burrowed himself into Ron’s jacket pocket and fallen asleep against the warmth of his chest, the stressed shouting of Mrs. Weasley and the kids shouting back and forth muffled by the fabric.
He roused now on Ron’s lap, the sound of pure-blood snobbery and entitlement ripping him from his slumber. He peaked an eye open at the intruders of the cozy compartment on the Hogwarts express, and recognised the shock of blonde hair immediately. A Malfoy. Friend or foe? Judging by the tone of Ron and his… Friend? He was foe.
Peter blinks both of his little eyes open. He can’t see the kid on Malfoy’s left, but he can clearly see the taller, broad kid on his right, arms crossed and trying to appear tough.
Even in rat form Peter recognised that was Goyle’s kid.
As a rat, he was unable to truly enact his revenge through the son of his former nemesis, but he could try to ensure he stays away from his current Weasley.
He narrows beady little eyes at the boy who unluckily inherited all of his fathers worst physical characteristics. His eyes were dull and deep set; if he were thin he might look like a skeleton but his saving grace, perhaps, was his absolutely enormous square head.
Peter considered for a moment climbing onto Ron’s head and leaping off, grabbing onto the hair that fell onto Goyle’s forehead and giving him the fright of his life. That could be fun. But as he deliberates, the situation escalates. Malfoy says something about finishing all of their food and taking theirs- Peter looks to the seat for the first time and his eyes widen as he takes in the sight of all of the candy strewn across the seats. Rons new friend must have bought out the entire trolley when the witch came around.
He saw as a hand reached out to help himself, a hand that was not Ron’s milky white freckled one, and he didn’t think, he only lurched forward and latched onto the thieves finger.
There was a yelp and then he was flying through the air, being shaken off. This was not his first rodeo, though, he used to run with a pack including a werewolf, after all. He sunk his teeth deep as he could into the flesh on the shouting child's finger, blood in his mouth now, and held on for dear life.
When he was thrown off into the window, he took a chunk of skin with him, and when he saw that it was the Goyle kid that he had taken it from, he smirked menacingly.
He chewed the flesh in his mouth and swallowed, licking the blood from his mouth, the would be bullies gone, they’re replaced with a bushy haired girl who’s shrill tone is too much for Peter. He promptly falls back to sleep in a pile of sweets.
Created for our Fandom of the Week’s Make it Monday!
Sherlock Holmes 221B Baker Street by @forcebondsolo
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A Peter Pettigrew Project Prompt
Excerpt here
Prompt: A bed, marshmallows and a bicycle.
Idea/Concept: Crookshanks has it out for Scabbers
Ron drools in his sleep, and even rats can do better than a drool soaked pillow for a bed. Scabbers the rat scuttles out of Ron's clutches, the boy not even stirring as Scabbers slips from his fingers.
The rat stops in his tracks when he catches a whiff of something sweet as he scales down the side of the bed.
Little feet hit the floor without a sound, though his untrimmed claws click on the wood flooring as he goes to investigate the delightful sugar-sweet smell.
Scabbers is delighted to come across a single, fluffy pink marshmallow the size of his head, lost under the bed. It’s his lucky night, innit? His little rat tongue darts out to taste the powder-coated sugary treat, before he sinks teeth into the side of it.
His little rat brain had forgotten how tacky and sticky marshmallows could be- he tries to pull away with his first chomp to chew, and his teeth are stuck. His little rat shoulders slump as he sighs. Alas, he’s tired but in no hurry. Surely if he just licks it enough, it will disintegrate and he will be free.
He’s lapping at the marshmallow in his mouth, pushing his tongue against the back of his teeth to unstick them when he hears a low growl behind him. He stiffens, hoping that if he just stays still enough, Crookshanks will be fooled into thinking he’s not there, and be on their way. Perhaps his rat scent will be covered by the scent of marshmallow?
No such luck, it seems, as a giant paw snatches under the bed right for him, catching him by his tail and dragging him out from under the bed. Peter wants to scream, to cry out to his master to save him, but he can’t, because his mouth is still stuck with marshmallow.
Desperate to get out of Crookshanks clutches, Scabbers scrambles at the ground, nails scratching and breaking on the wood as Crookshanks pulls him free from under the bed into the open, their other paw landing on his back to stop him from squirming. Scabbers feels like a pancake, and all he can do in his current position is continue to lick his way free of marshmallow.
Apparently Crookshanks is at a loss of what to do with him now that they have captured him, and for a moment, they’re still. The rat knows he has to act quickly before Crookshanks makes a decision. They’re probably going to eat him.
Crookshanks’ paw lets up just a tiny bit, and Scabbers flips beneath their paw, thrashing and scratching and causing enough confusion and pain that he can scramble away, running, free from the cats clutches and that pesky marshmallow- stuck now between the toes of the nasty cat.
Crookshanks is making chase, he knows it, but he slips between the crack in the wall and he’s home free- Getting out alive… It’s like riding a bike, huh?
Make it [make sense] Monday
It’s time for our first Make it Monday, where we take a quote from the books that tells us something about Peter, and use it to prompt us to explore his character, or “make it make sense”, if that so pleases you.
This weeks text prompt is a classic from the start of the book, a Scabbers iconic moment:
The prompt is now yours to do with what you wish. There is no end date on it, and no creative restrictions. All we ask is that Peter is the star 🐀
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#Peter Pettigrew Project
#Make it Monday
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Make it [make sense] Monday
Happy day, welcome back to Make it [make sense] Monday.
Today for our thought provoking text we have something brilliant, hilarious, iconic.
Peter attacking a Goyle? Make it make sense.
A run down on how this initiative works under the break.