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.